Obsessed

by Ashton Blackthorne

  When I was ten years old, Rita gave birth to a baby girl who was my half-sister. After my sister was born, Rita became heavily involved in drugs. She left with my baby sister and I never saw them again.

  Except for that one time.

  One fateful time….

  After that night, I was again left alone with my father.

  My father and I became very close after that. He started introducing me to the business world teaching many of the finer points of investing and growing a business. He was grooming me to attend Harvard as he had and to take over his business someday.

  I had the typical college experience joining a fraternity and partying. I traveled the world on summer breaks meeting and enjoying many different women.

  But this year was different. After a summer of working instead of traveling, I had discovered that I didn’t wish to follow my father into the real estate business. I wanted to be an investment banker and have my own investment firm.

  I was starting the fall ready to be serious. The time for partying like an immature brat was over. I planned to have fun, but it was time to think of the future.

  Walking into the crowded auditorium, I took a seat ready to begin the path to my professional life.

  “Do you have an extra pen? I forgot mine.” The most sensual, throaty voice I’d ever heard whispered.

  I turned to my right. There sat the most incredibly beautiful woman I’d ever seen. (And mind you, I’d traveled the world). She had long silky hair like spun gold. Her eyes were an incredible shade of blue that reminded me of the Caribbean. Her face was divinely sculpted as if by Michelangelo himself. Her lips were shiny with a touch of pink gloss sensual and full. Her long legs were luscious as her high heel shoe dangled from her foot. Her breasts were full and high, clearly evident in her tight pink sweater.

  I scrambled looking through my backpack.

  “Here.” I handed her the pen. Our fingers touched and I felt as though I’d been shocked.

  “Thanks.” She flashed her beautiful smile at me. My heart thudded. No one woman had ever had this effect on me before. I was usually calm and collected around women. I’d always had my pick. But this woman was different.

  Her name was Veronica.

  She winked at me and I felt faint. As the class went on, I noticed her giving me several shy glances. I’d been told by many women how attractive I am. The classic tall, dark and handsome with a well-toned body.

  Since we shared many classes, we began studying together. Harvard Business School was quite grueling even for the best students, so we ended up sharing many long nights together.

  Many hot nights…

  Glancing outside, I saw how dark it had become. Amber was still at her desk working. Everyone else had gone home. I looked down at the name Ronald James. Veronica’s father.

  Damn Veronica.

  It was our first anniversary. I could tell from the way Veronica acted she thought I’d forgotten. It was a special day to me too and there was no way I’d ever forget it.

  Over the past year, not only had Veronica and I had incredibly hot, sexy times, but she’d become much more to me than just another conquest. I looked forward to seeing her every day, walking to class with her, even just sitting around her small Boston apartment binge watching TV. Ever since we’d been together, I barely glanced at other women. They couldn’t compare to her.

  I’d been planning a special night at my beach house in Hyannis. I’d commissioned construction on a very special room. For weeks, I’d kept Veronica away from my house as contractors worked night and day.

  Tonight was the night I’d not only pledge my devotion to her, but I would unveil my secret passions, desires and cravings to her.

  My desire to keep her as my submissive.

  Veronica knew I liked to play ‘spanking’ games, but she had no idea how dark my desires really were.

  And tonight she would get the first taste of what being my submissive would entail.

  Veronica’s blue eyes followed me. She watched as I walked over to the wall where I kept my whips, floggers, and riding crop hung. Her eyes widened as I selected my favorite riding crop. It was made of the finest leather and all black. I ran my hand up and down the length.

  “Ash, what are you going to do with that?” Her voice shook as I approached her, crop in hand.

  “You really didn’t think I had a dungeon constructed in my house just for show, did you? I want to enjoy playing in here with you. I think you will enjoy it as well.”

  Veronica’s face turned pale. She looked at me with wide, frightened eyes.

  “Are you serious? Are you some kind of sadist?”

  I shrugged, enjoying her apprehension.

  “You might say that, but I’m really more of a Dom.”

  “Dom?” Veronica looked confused.

  “Dominant. I enjoy taking control.” With that, I grabbed her by the back of the neck. She leaned forward her long blonde hair spilled over my hand. I could smell the intoxicating scent of her perfume. She shook beneath my grip. I could hear her breath coming harder and faster. I sensed her excitement.

  “Ronnie,” I whispered.

  “Yes Ash? What should I do?” She lowered her eyes in perfect submissive fashion, her voice echoing throughout the room.

  “Have you done this before, Veronica?” I released her neck to pull a set of leather restraints from my pocket.

  She shook her head.

  “Very good.”

  “Have you, Ash?” she asked, her voice still shaking.

  “Many times, but it will be different with you.” I began removing her dress. The silk gown fell around her ankles revealing her glorious body.

  Her arms moved to her back to remove her bra.

  “No! I will do it,” I scolded her, slapping her hands away. She stood perfectly still as I stripped the black bra and panties from her body. Now, completely nude, she stood before me. Her hair falling over her shoulders, covering her like a silken shawl.

  Running my hands up her firm flesh, I stopped at her wrists. Taking the leather restraints in hand, I bound each wrist tightly behind her back.

  “Ash,” she whispered, biting her lip.

  “Trust me, Ronnie.”

  Pulling her by her bound hands, I walked her over to a black leather padded bench. Carefully, I leaned her over it. The room’s dim lights cast a glow making her appear as if she had a halo.

  Sweeping her blonde hair to the side, my lips brushed her neck. With my crop in hand, I traced the fine lines of her ass.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes, Ash,” she replied.

  Drawing my crop back in the air, I quickly brought it down against her sweet flesh.

  Her cries reverberated throughout the room. The sound shocked me as I worried I may have struck her too hard. She was new to this and perhaps it was too much for her.

  When I brought the crop down again, her cries of fear turned to cries of pleasure. She arched her back and thrust her ass out even more. Lovingly, I rubbed my hand against the reddening marks on her flesh.

  “Oh my God Ash, more!”

  Taking the tip of the crop, I dragged it lightly between her legs. The tip was soaked with her juices.

  My cock raged against my pants. My excitement growing the more I applied the crop to her ass. Again and again I struck her feeling her excitement grow.

  Tossing the crop down I knelt behind her. Her legs shaking, her ass bright red, I spread her legs even further. Her sweet pussy was glistening with juice. I parted her lips slightly and slid my fingers over her wetness. She moaned with pleasure.

  She pushed back against my hand as I rubbed and twisted her swollen clit.

  “Please, oh please, I want to come!”

  Immediately, I removed my hand from her pussy.

  “Not yet, Ronnie. Not until I say you can,” I reminded her.

  “Please, Ash,” she murmured.

  “Patience, Ronnie, patience.”

  The temperature in
the room rose dramatically. I could feel the heat emanating from her body. Beads of sweat trickled down her back as I delivered a few more strokes of my crop to her already red ass.

  “Ash!” she cried, her legs shaking so hard I had to catch her at the waist to keep her from falling.

  I lightly caressed her sore bottom. From the way she reacted, I could tell that the pain was giving her great pleasure. Veronica squirmed wiggling her ass back and forth at my touch.

  My cock throbbed with need as I unzipped my pants and removed my shirt. Taking care to place them over the red velvet chaise lounge, I walked back over to Veronica. Her luscious legs were spread wide, her long blonde hair spilling down her back, her full tits pressed against the bench and her ass in the air, glowing red from the spanking I’d given her. Seeing her bent over the leather bench, looking as she did, excited me even more.

  Rubbing the tip of my cock against her dripping pussy, I found I could wait no longer. Thrusting forward, I groaned loudly with pleasure. She was always deliciously tight!

  She cried out with joy, arched her back and pressed her pussy to me. Grabbing her tiny waist, I pulled her to me. I pounded her pussy, feeling my balls slapping against her clit. I clutched her to me even tighter, driving up inside her.

  “Oh my God, that’s amazing!” she cried. Her arms stretched out in front her hands twisting and turning as I fucked her. I raised my hand to give her a final slap on the ass relishing the sound of my hand smacking against her flesh.

  Feeling her pussy tighten, I knew she was close to coming. I considered pulling out and making her wait, but I couldn’t. I felt my own powerful orgasm descending upon me. It made my cock swell, bigger than I could remember. I filled her to capacity. My eyes lost focus and I began to see stars as I shook all over.

  “Ash, oh Ash!” she screamed as she came. Her pussy convulsed around my cock. Her legs gave out from under her and she collapsed against me.

  Pushing her back to her feet, I held her by the waist.

  “Turn around,” I commanded. My head was still a bit foggy from coming. I had never had an orgasm that powerful.

  Veronica rolled over on her back across the bench. Her nipples were hard and pink. Pulling her up by the restraints, I reached to unbind her wrists.

  “Oh my God, what the hell did you do to me?” With her hands free, she reached around to massage her aching ass.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I stood back as she regained her footing.

  “Yes, it does,” she whispered.

  I strolled over to where I’d thrown my pants. Reaching inside, I retrieved a small blue box.

  “I have something for you, Ronnie.”

  Seeing the tiny blue satin wrapped box with the white ribbon, she clapped her hands together.

  “Oh, Ash!” Her blue eyes shining with anticipation she took the box from me.

  I knew what she was thinking, that the box contained an engagement ring.

  But it didn’t.

  I held my breath waiting for her reaction.

  Veronica’s hands trembled as she carefully unwrapped the gift. She pried open the tiny blue velvet box which she assumed contained a diamond ring.

  Carefully, I watched her face.

  As she opened the box, a slow smile spread across her face. For just an instant, I saw disappointment flicker in her eyes, but her smile assured me she was still pleased by my gift.

  Gently, Veronica removed the exquisite antique rose gold locket dangling from a white gold chain.

  “Oh, it’s beautiful!” she exclaimed.

  I reached over to hang it from her neck.

  “Did you notice the inscription?”

  Veronica turned over the locket.

  “It says, ‘Mine’. What does that mean?” She couldn’t stop smiling as I clasped the chain around her neck.

  Standing in front of her, I took her by the shoulders.

  “Ronnie, you turn me on like no woman ever has. There’s something special between us. This gift symbolizes what I’d like our relationship to become.”

  “Which is what? I’m already your girlfriend.”

  I nodded.

  “This is more than that. I want you to be my submissive.” I waited for her reaction. I could tell this was something she’d never expected coming from me.

  “Your what?”

  “My submissive. Look, Ronnie, all my life I’ve had these cravings, these urges. I need control. I desire control…over you. I’m not talking about governing every second of your life with some ridiculous rules about what you eat or drink. I’m interested in your sexual submission to me and me alone. By accepting this gift, you’re acknowledging me as your dominant.”

  The silence in the room was deafening. Perhaps I’d overstepped my bounds, but Veronica was the girl for me I was certain of it.

  She fingered the locket for a moment.

  “You’re saying that by accepting this and becoming your submissive, you will continue to do what you did tonight?”

  “Definitely.”

  She had to say yes.

  “Of course, I want you to be my dominant and all that it implies.”

  Gazing at her, standing there, nude with the locket dangling between her full tits, I had never felt so alive. It wasn’t just the incredible sex we had. I felt a true connection, a sense of tremendous joy every time I saw her.

  “Then you are mine, Veronica James and I am yours.” With that, I pressed my lips to hers falling into a passionate embrace.

  Feeling her warm body pressed intimately against mine, I could feel us becoming one. We were so close at that moment I couldn’t tell where one of us began the other ended. It was frightening, but exhilarating at the same time.

  Then, as our lips parted, she whispered.

  “I love you.”

  I closed my eyes feeling my utopia crash all around me.

  The three words in the entire English language that could shatter me. My kryptonite.

  Was my affinity for domination about to become my downfall?

  Things continued with Veronica and me for another two years. We enjoyed many nights of sizzling, powerful sex. I couldn’t get enough of her, but as the years passed I sensed a dissatisfaction within her. Veronica wanted more than I could give her. She kept leaving hints about our future together after graduation, wanting marriage and children. That wasn’t something I could do.

  Running my hands over her silky skin, I inhaled her scent. She smelled of sex. Sweet, sensual, spicy…as long as I lived I’d never forget that fragrance. It was exquisite, just like her.

  “Ash,” she whispered as I wrapped her long legs around my narrow waist. Veronica ran her hands over my abs gazing up into my hazel eyes.

  “I love you.”

  My cock throbbed with desire even after hearing those dreaded words she kept repeating. I’d never echoed them back to her. I couldn’t. I was too young to make any type of commitment to any woman even her.

  Besides, after seeing my mother with my “Uncle Mike” how could I trust any woman?

  As usual, I silenced her with a deep kiss. Our lips met repeatedly. I wanted to consume her. To absorb everything she was, making her a part of me. My fingers traced her lips gently as my mouth began to explore her body. She moaned and arched her back thrusting her beautiful tits in the air. My tongue captured her erect nipples which were the perfect shade of dusky pink. I sucked and tugged on them until she screamed with delight. Her hands entwined in my hair as she gripped my head. I traced a line down from her breasts to her flat stomach. Parting her legs, I inhaled her scent. My cock was rock hard as I dipped my tongue between her legs touching her quivering clit ever so softly.

  “Ash!” She screamed arching her hips towards my mouth.

  Her taste was amazing. I lapped at her sweetness licking every inch. She was smooth all over except for a tiny blonde patch at the top. My lips caressed her swollen clit flicking it faster and harder. She gripped my head as she rocked her hips back and forth. My face be
came soaked with her delectable juices as she rode closer to her orgasm.

  I took both hands and pulled her delicate lips apart, holding her open so I could pleasure her even more. I slipped two fingers deep inside her. She was so deliciously tight and wet my cock lurched. I felt droplets of precum dripping onto the sheets beneath me. I longed to bury my cock inside her but this was for her.

  In and out I slid my fingers, increasing the tempo, caressing her G spot until she was mad with pleasure. She came again and again. My face was drenched as I continued to lap up her pussy.

  When she was weak and quivering with need I gazed directly into her eyes. I slipped my fingers from her pussy touching them to my tongue to taste her wonderful juices.

  “Oh my God, fuck me!” she cried, grabbing my ass pulling me to her.

  Falling on her, I eased my cock inside. She was so soft, warm, wet, and tight. Every time we made love she cried out as soon as I entered her as my cock stretched her painfully.

  I began thrusting in and out of her, delighting in how wonderful she felt. Her arms wrapped around me her tits pressed against my chest. No woman could compare to her.

  Grabbing her around her waist, I flipped her over so she was riding me. She moaned deeply as she sat up taking my entire cock all the way inside.

  “Oh my God, that feels…amazing…” She slid up and down my hard cock as I gripped her, bouncing her up and down. Her tits jiggled in my face as I gazed up at her beauty. Her full red lips were parted, her long hair loose and wild, she threw her head back her face contorted with ecstasy as I felt her pussy contract tightly on my cock as she came. I kept her moving, sliding my hands down to grip her ass. My balls viciously slapped against her ass as I hammered my cock in and out of her.

  I grasped her head as my cock seized and I came deep inside her pumping every last drop into her.

  Stars swam around my head as she fell forward on top of me gasping for air.

  “Ash, why don’t you ever say you love me?” she whispered as I stroked her silky hair.

  Oh God, she wanted to get into the same argument we’d been having for months now. School was ending in a few weeks and I had accepted an offer with Harold Goldstein’s investment firm.