Obession by Design

by Ravenna Tate

  Finally, he released her mouth and pushed her hand away. “God … Liane … you’re so fucking incredible, but I don’t want to come yet. Will you do something for me? Will you try at least?”

  “Anything.”

  His grin sent shivers down her spine. “Careful. I’ll hold you to that.”

  She wrapped her arms tighter around him. “I want you to, Emmett. I want to experience everything. I’ve been hiding and lonely for so long. This is wonderful. I want all my fantasies. You wouldn’t believe the images racing through my mind.”

  The tenderness in his look took her by surprise. He brushed a finger across her lips. “All right. You got it. Exactly what you asked for. But I don’t want to hurt you or frighten you, so tell me what you know about safewords and limits.”

  “You mean BDSM?”

  “Not necessarily the lifestyle. I mean kinky sex and play.”

  Her pulse raced. “Almost nothing.”

  “I want you to have a safeword. Something easy to remember, and that when you say it, we stop immediately. No questions asked. Then we take care of your needs or talk about what upset you or frightened you.”

  “Okay.”

  “Let’s keep it simple and use ‘red’. Agreed?”

  “Agreed.”

  “Now limits. Tell me what you absolutely don’t want to try, ever.”

  “I honestly never thought about it in those terms. I’m so naïve.”

  He pulled her close and kissed her. “No, you’re not. You’re simply inexperienced. There’s a difference. We’ll take it slowly, Liane, okay? As slowly as you need me to go.”

  “Do I have to call you something special?”

  He chuckled softly. “No, and I don’t expect you to wear a dog collar or anything like that. I merely love kinky sex, and I sure would love to introduce you to it.”

  “I want that, too. My fantasies are all mixed up with that even though I have no experience.”

  The intensity of his gaze took her breath away. “Perfect. Because now I get to teach you from the ground up.” He grasped her breasts again. “But first, I did promise to taste these, as well as that wet pussy of yours. And I’d love for you to suck my cock. How do you feel about the number sixty-nine?”

  She giggled as fresh desire shot through her. “It’s my favorite number.”

  Chapter Seven

  Emmett led her out of the tub and took her hand. They walked into his bedroom, still dripping wet from the water, but he didn’t seem to care. She thought they were going to his bed, but instead he led her to a wide chaise lounge that looked like it belonged in a movie from the 1930s or 1940s. It was covered in red velvet, and she bit her lip to keep from laughing again.

  He had eclectic taste, and from what little she’d glimpsed of his apartment so far, it ran the gamut from ancient cultures to total camp. That was part of why she found him so interesting. He wasn’t predictable. She’d been picturing the clichéd version of a good-looking rich man who had a different woman on his arm every weekend, and he’d shattered that image in her first hour here.

  Emmett laid down on the lounge and told her to climb on, facing his feet. She’d had oral sex before, but her attempts with Keith at actually doing a sixty-nine had been awkward and clumsy for both. She knew Emmett was far more experienced, so she trusted his judgment.

  Liane positioned herself over him, and he brushed his fingers up and down her inner thighs. “That’s right. Oh, man. I love a wet pussy right in my face. Come on, sweetheart. Move it closer to me. You won’t hurt me.”

  She did, and then cried out as he licked her pussy lips. “That’s right. Just let me have it, baby. You feel free to suck my cock dry and lick my balls, if you want. Just be careful with the teeth, please.”

  Liane could barely concentrate on his red, swollen dick, right in front of her face, as Emmett expertly licked and sucked her pussy and clit. He moved a finger inside her, and she nearly lost it. She wrapped her hands around his shaft and moved them up and down the way he’d shown her in the tub, and then she licked the tip. It was salty and musky, and he moaned loudly the more she did it.

  Emmett knew what he was doing with his mouth, and within minutes Liane cried out as another orgasm overtook her. Even when the contractions finished, he didn’t let up. “Keep going, baby. Suck me, Liane. You taste fantastic.”

  She wanted to have as much fun as he obviously was, so she licked up and down the length of his impressive dick, enjoying the velvety softness contrasted with the veins. He nipped at her inner thighs, and his tongue explored every inch of her pussy and ass cheeks. He even circled it against her asshole, which sent shivers up and down her spine.

  Liane took his cock into her mouth, a few inches at a time, relaxing her throat muscles as she advanced it because she wanted to do this for him, and because she was enjoying it. She sucked him, alternating that with licking, and she even licked his balls. His cries and groans told her she was doing a good job.

  “Oh God … I’m going to come, baby. I can’t hold back.”

  She braced herself, and within seconds her mouth was filled with hot cum. Liane swallowed every tasty drop, and then she licked his shaft, in case she’d missed some. He turned her roughly around and kissed her, tongue and all, which she found incredibly sexy considering where each of their mouths had just been.

  When he released the kiss, he held her for long moments, still breathing heavily. He stroked her damp back and hair over and over. “That was fucking incredible. Please tell me you liked it, too.”

  “I loved it. What you did to me was exquisite. Thank you.”

  Emmett lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. “You are so very welcome. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to let you leave this apartment, though. All I want to do is fuck you.”

  “Well, I do have my laptop.”

  He laughed. “Yes, you do. Now do you understand why I told you to bring it home?”

  She hugged him, smiling until her face hurt. She’d never been this sated or happy. Liane had no idea what would happen in the morning, or next week, or next month. But right now she didn’t care. She only wanted to enjoy Emmett and her exploration into every fantasy she’d ever had. It was about time she looked after her own needs. It was about damn time.

  ****

  When Liane woke, she smelled coffee, and thought it was morning already. But a quick glance at the clock on Emmett’s nightstand told her it was just after midnight. And how had they ended up in his bed? She didn’t remember anything after cuddling with him on the chaise lounge.

  “There you are.” He was sitting up in bed against one of those molded pillows, with a laptop desk in front of him. “I’ve been looking over this database. Great work, Liane. This is perfect for our needs.”

  She sat up. “Thank you. Do you always work in the middle of the night?”

  “I work all the time. Are you hungry? We never did have our dessert. Have some coffee.”

  “I’ll be up all night.”

  He gave her a sexy grin and shrugged. “So? We’ll work for a bit and then we’ll play some more.”

  She laughed softly as lust coursed through her body. “That sounds delicious, but what about going into the office?”

  He winked. “I’m the boss, remember? We go in when I say we go in.”

  She frowned as a thought struck her. “How did you get into my laptop?”

  “I’m an administrator. I can log into anyone’s work station anytime I want to.”

  “Oh, of course. Silly me.”

  He reached over and rang a bell cord. “I’ll have Jeremy or Kim bring us dessert.”

  “What is that?”

  “What? Oh, this? A bell cord. It sounds a buzzer in their room. The apartment has an intercom system, but I found this above ground and thought it was pretty cool, so I had it installed in here.”

  She giggled again and shook her head, then climbed out of bed and started toward the bathroom. “How did I get in your bed?”

 
; “I carried you. You fell asleep.”

  She stopped walking and faced him. “Have you slept at all?”

  “A few hours. I don’t need much. You’ll get used to that.”

  Liane realized there were a lot of things she’d need to get used to. When she emerged from the bathroom, Emmett had put the laptop aside but was still on the bed. He patted the space next to him. “Come and enjoy this. It’s one of Kim’s specialties.”

  She crawled onto the bed and settled beside him, then accepted a plate.

  “It’s chocolate raspberry cake. She makes it from scratch.”

  Liane tasted it. “Mmmm. Fantastic.”

  “It needs coffee, don’t you think?”

  “All right. I’ll have some coffee. I can see you’re determined to keep me awake.”

  He leaned over and nuzzled her neck, sending delicious jolts of electricity straight to her pussy. “If you’re really that tired I’ll let you go back to sleep.”

  “Well I’m not now. Are you even human?”

  “As human as you are.” He put his plate on the bed and took hers, placing it next to his. Then he cupped her face gently. “You haven’t been treated right, Liane. I mean absolutely no disrespect to Keith in saying that, but tell me the truth. Have there been any other men besides him and Connor?”

  She swallowed hard. “No.”

  “I didn’t think so. You two were just kids, and you had no time together to explore your sexuality. As for that pig of an attorney, he will pay one day for what he did to you. Let me show you what it’s supposed to be like. The way a woman like you should be treated.”

  “You overwhelm me, Emmett.”

  “In a good way, though, right?”

  “Yes.”

  He kissed her gently. “You belong to me. I’ve claimed you, and I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing all these years.”

  While she let those cryptic words sink in, he picked up his cake again and began to eat as if it were the middle of the day and they were sitting at a table. She ate hers, too, because it really was fabulous, and she was hungry. She also drank a cup of coffee, and then of course she was wide awake.

  He rang for his staff again, and they didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed to enter the room and clear the dishes with both Liane and Emmett sitting on the bed naked. Once they were gone, Emmett crossed the room and retrieved his laptop, a second laptop desk, and a pillow for her, then settled next to her and signed onto his machine. “Let me show you our progress so you can see how far we’ve come in a few short weeks.”

  Liane had never had this experience before. Sitting in bed naked with a man, peering at two laptop screens. It was sexy in a way, and very intimate. Much more intimate than she would have imagined sharing time with Emmett would be. Yesterday, she’d been resolved not to let him seduce her. Now, she never wanted to leave this room. She was in deep trouble here. Way, way in over her head. And yet it didn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable. She and Emmett might as well have known each other for years. How was that possible?

  “Okay.” He pointed toward a series of windows he’d brought up and cascaded. “Each of these are the separate databases I was talking about. The others let me have access to theirs so I can coordinate combining the information once the database you build us is up and running.”

  “How many of you are there?”

  He grinned. “Did Tania or Stacie explain what we call ourselves and why?”

  “Stacie did.”

  “There are an even dozen. We each live in a city underneath the USA, but rather than spend time and resources traveling, we use the Internet for communication.” He opened a text document. “This is the list of names we’ve found at Radcliffe Enterprises so far that appear on message boards within the various public access sites, and which also appear on the message boards and sites my hacker team has been tracking.”

  “Holy shit.” There had to be over three dozen names.

  “I know. We all missed the boat on this one. Each of my friends now has a similar document with just as many names, and the lists are growing every day. If it hadn’t been for Harper noting one similarity between the two jobs she did for Ace, we might have spun our wheels for years yet before realizing the connection.”

  “What are you doing about these names? There are ways to track them, aren’t there?”

  “We have people working on that, but they change their identities a lot and also use each other’s names to try to mask their online movements. It’s more complicated than we ever believed possible. In the case of people like Rob Marin, once he discovered we were on to him, he likely abandoned the username and has another one by now.”

  “So this is why you need a central database. Not only to share names you’re each finding, but to look for other patterns or similarities.”

  “Exactly.” His eyes gleamed with excitement, and goosebumps broke out along her arms. This seemed so simple to her, but based on what she knew about masking IP addresses and even masking all the way down to individual routers or machines, she suddenly understood what they were up against.

  The people who had done this were good. Too good. They’d hidden it all these years. Emmett and the other Weathermen were among the wealthiest people in the country right now. They had access to unlimited resources and money to dig as deep as they needed, and in six years they hadn’t been able to track down the hackers or take back control of The Madeline Project.

  What she was doing for Emmett was nothing more than a blip on the radar, but at least she could do something. Because the people who had tried to hack into the program and instead sent it off on a course of destruction had killed her husband, her daughter, her family, and Keith’s family as surely as if they’d pulled the triggers and shot them each point blank, one by one. Now that she understood there was a possibility of finding them and stopping them, she wouldn’t rest until it was accomplished.

  She and Emmett worked side by side for another hour, and then he closed his machine and placed it on a table across the room. She closed hers, too, and he took it from her. When he crawled back into bed, he pushed her onto her back and climbed on top of her, kissing her deeply. She melted into his embrace, already familiar with the feel of his body on hers.

  He was covered with tats on his arms and torso, and his muscles were impressive. He must work out every single day. But it wasn’t only his physical appearance that held her spellbound. It was the magnetic energy emanating from him, as if he could seed those clouds on his own and control the weather in the same way The Madeline Project now did.

  A thought occurred to her about how the program worked to control weather, but she shoved it aside as his mouth moved to her breasts, suckling them and gently biting them. She writhed against him, moaning, grasping his soft hair in her hands. Shivers ran up and down her spine as he traced his tongue between her legs once more. “I can’t possibly taste fresh right now,” she said.

  Emmett raised his head and gave her a droll look. “I like the way you taste. All warm and funky. I know you’ve been thoroughly fucked and are ready for me again, and that excites the hell out of me.”

  She bit her lip as he returned to licking her pussy, slowly, torturing her with long strokes. She was going to come again before he got inside her at this rate. He didn’t make her wait long. Sitting back on his heels and grinning down at her, he slipped his dick into her pussy and fucked her lazily. Each thrust sent delicious sensations deep inside her, and soon she was whimpering and begging him to keep going.

  “I won’t stop until you come, sweetheart. I love to watch you do that.”

  That’s all it took. The orgasm started slow but deep, and as Emmett’s thrusting grew more urgent and hard, the contractions radiated out to her entire body until she was nothing but a quivering mass, totally at his mercy.

  When he came, he cried out loudly, and then fell over her, kissing her neck over and over. “That was fucking amazing. Now, I’m ready to sleep.”

  He pulled
out and rolled her onto her side. Then he lay on his back and pulled her close, wrapping his strong arms around her. Liane smiled, listening to his breathing as she drifted off to sleep again, more content than she’d ever been. A great adventure in her life had begun, and she couldn’t wait to see where it led.

  Chapter Eight

  Emmett and Liane strolled into the office around noon. She’d had breakfast with him at his place, and then he’d walked her to her new apartment. He’d waited while she showered and changed clothes, and it had taken every ounce of self-control not to join her in the shower. When she emerged, he watched her dress for work until she told him she was uncomfortable.

  He’d explained that she needed to get used to it, and asked her if she’d consider moving into his place for a few days. She looked so conflicted that he’d dropped the subject, but it nagged at him now, even as they walked into the elevator holding hands.

  He was moving too fast for her. That much was obvious, but why? Because she didn’t trust him? That seemed unlikely after last night. She’d told him all her past sexual experiences, so he knew him asking her to move in wasn’t a trigger.

  Now that he’d had her, there was no going back. Didn’t she see that? He wasn’t trying to overwhelm her, but she simply didn’t understand him. When he found something he wanted, he went after it until he got it. It wasn’t complicated. He wanted Liane, and he would have her, no matter what he had to do.

  He had a video conference set up with the other Weathermen at two, and asked Liane to join them so he could introduce her to everyone. He also told her he’d want her to sit in on each of their weekly meetings where they shared the names and other similarities they found within their own message boards and websites.

  After introductions were made, Ace shared the news that he and Harper had set a date. They were getting married in NorthCentral six months from now, so he told everyone to keep the day open. “I expect you all to travel here for this. It’s going to be one hell of a party.”