by Sabrina York
Adam’s Obsession
Sabrina York
Hopelessly shy and utterly repressed, Katherine Hart slakes her taboo desires online, where the anonymity allows her to indulge without embarrassment. Her virtual lover, Savage, is willing to meet her every need, especially once he discovers her naughty little secret—more than anything, she craves a masterful man. Fortunately, Savage is just that. And then some.
When Adam Trillo—aka Savage—discovers the shameless, erotic woman he’s been tangling with online is actually his demure coworker, he’s determined to seduce her in real life. He longs to release the wild Kat he knows lurks just below the surface. With a relentless mix of domination and persuasive charm, he draws her into his web until she’s helpless to deny their mutual passion. Particularly when she’s tied to his bed.
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Adam’s Obsession
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Adam’s Obsession Copyright © 2012 Sabrina York
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Electronic book publication April 2012
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Adam’s Obsession
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to the best critique partners a writer can have—Celeste Deveney, Wendy Delaney, Kathy Klein, Natalie French, Monica Britt and Mark Henry.
Acknowledgements
I would like to express heartfelt thanks to Carrie Jackson for embracing Adam—and his obsession—and to Kelli Collins for judging the Celtic Hearts Novellas Need Love Too Contest, which brought this book to their attention. Thanks to Syneca Featherstone and the Ellora’s Cave art department for an awesome cover.
To all my friends in the Greater Seattle Romance Writers of America and Rose City Romance Writers groups, thank you for all your support and encouragement. And smooches to Cherry Adair for regularly booting me in the butt to finish the damn book.
Chapter One
Katherine Hart let herself into her condo and tossed her purse and keys on the table by the door. She kicked off her shoes, rushed into the bedroom and turned on her laptop. It might have been her steaming impatience but it seemed to take forever so she headed into the kitchen to pour a glass of wine. She yanked her hair from its prim bun and released the buttons of her Armani blouse along the way. It fluttered, forgotten, to the floor.
She glanced at the clock on the wall and made a face. She was late.
As she scampered barefoot across the plush carpet back into the bedroom, the computer chimed that it had completed its annoying cycle and Katherine logged online. While she waited for Internet Explorer to surface, she changed into her silky teddy—the one he liked her to wear because it made her nipples hard. She knew what was coming so she didn’t bother with the matching panties.
This sharp edge of anticipation always surprised her. She’d never even met the man, for heaven’s sake. Then again, Savage made her hotter than any man she’d met in real life.
Well. Except for one guy.
Katherine plopped on the bed and sipped her wine, staring at the computer, willing it to work faster. When the window finally opened, she logged on to the Playground—billed as a hot chat site for sexy singles—and skimmed her “friends” column. Her stomach plunged—just a little—when she realized Savage wasn’t logged on.
He wasn’t there.
She took another fortifying snort of wine and wandered through the rest of the site, scanning for other friends and acquaintances. She popped over to check a few news and rumor sites she liked to keep up with but all the while, a hard ball sat in her belly. All the while, a little voice kept whispering, He didn’t come.
He didn’t come.
She’d spent the whole day thinking about this. About him. Obviously, he had not.
Though she knew she shouldn’t, she padded into the kitchen and poured herself another glass of wine. After a fleeting internal debate, she brought the bottle with her into the bedroom.
She was well into her third glass of Riesling when a soft chime alerted her that she had a private message. Her heart leapt as she flicked over to the window. It thudded at the sight of his screen name.
He was here.
Breathless with anticipation, she clicked on the box.
SAVAGE: You’re late, babe. We were supposed to meet at six. Where’ve you been?
WILDKAT: Sorry. Traffic was horrible. It’s raining here and people forget how to drive when it rains.
The San Fernando Valley was notorious for rain-engendered idiots.
SAVAGE: No excuse. It’s raining here too but I managed to make it on time.
WILDKAT: I came straight home.
SAVAGE: Come on, Kat. I was here at six. Waiting for you. I made dinner and checked the sports news and went through my mail—and you still weren’t here. I think you were just dawdling.
WILDKAT: I wasn’t. I swear.
SAVAGE: Do you know what I think?
WILDKAT: What?
SAVAGE: I think you’ve been a bad girl. I think you need to be punished. I think you need a spanking.
Katherine’s breath caught as Savage unerringly zeroed in on her deepest fantasy, stroked her secret passion. She’d always dreamed of a masterful lover, someone who would command her, take her, mercilessly make her come, but she’d never had the courage to suggest it. At least not after that disastrous episode when a guy laughed in her face.
Then again, pretty much everything with Stu had been disastrous. Hence the pretend relationships with pretend men in a make-believe universe.
SAVAGE: Wildkat? Are you still there? Did the spanking thing scare you away?
WILDKAT: Yeah. I’m here. Sorry. You just caught me off guard.
SAVAGE: Did I shock you?
WILDKAT: A little.
SAVAGE: In a good way or a bad way?
Katherine’s fingers froze over the keyboard. Her answer could very well ignite a dramatic change in their play. The thought scared her half to death. The other half was quivering with excitement. This was a chance to experience something she’d never have the courage to try in real life.
She reminded herself of her New Year’s resolution. This was the New Katherine—a
woman who would bravely and fearlessly reach for her dreams. Their flirting had just taken a sudden, frightening, exhilarating turn. But it was a turn she wanted to take. With him.
Trembling, she typed her response.
WILDKAT: In a good way.
There was a long pause.
WILDKAT: Savage? Are you still there?
SAVAGE: Yes. You caught me off guard as well. I nearly came when I read that.
WILDKAT: You did?
SAVAGE: I got this image in my head of you bent over my knees with your creamy ass cheeks up in the air. I’ll bet they’re round and firm. Itching to be smacked.
Katherine’s breath hitched as the vision consumed her. A thrill ran through her body from her nipples to her pussy and she quivered as a miniature orgasm rocked her.
SAVAGE: Do you like to have your ass paddled? Do you like when it gets red and hot?
WILDKAT: I don’t know.
SAVAGE: Have you ever been spanked?
WILDKAT: No. But I’ve fantasized about it.
SAVAGE: Kat. Kat. Kat. We’ve talked about this. Why haven’t you acted on your desires?
WILDKAT: God. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I’m too self-conscious.
Damn but it was humiliating, having to admit that to him. She didn’t want to be like this, so rigid and reserved. But she was. She always had been. He was the first man who’d ever made her feel like the wild woman she desperately yearned to be.
And he wasn’t even real.
Well, he was real. But he only lived on her computer screen. Oh. And in her fantasies.
SAVAGE: But your name is Wildkat. That’s the name you chose. Do you know what I think?
WILDKAT: What?
SAVAGE: I think you chose that name because that’s who you really are. Who you really want to be, in the deepest, darkest corners of your soul. I think your Wildkat is trapped down there. Caged. And you know what else I think?
WILDKAT: What?
SAVAGE: I think you need to let her out. Let her run free. Can you do that? Can you? Do you dare?
WILDKAT: Only with you.
He didn’t respond. At least not right away. Katherine wondered if he’d logged off or gone to the bathroom or something. And then he replied.
SAVAGE: You can always be your true self, your wild self, with me. No restrictions. No hang-ups. We’ll never meet so I’m completely safe. You can tell me anything, everything, with no worries. And I’ll never judge you. I promise.
It was a tempting offer, one Katherine would be a fool to refuse. The opportunity to be herself with no fear, no repressions, no restrictions. Nothing but pure, unadulterated passion.
WILDKAT: Only if you do the same.
SAVAGE: I’d like that. You can be my sex therapist.
WILDKAT: Do you need one?
SAVAGE: Ha! I need something. My cock is hard as a rock.
WILDKAT: Mmm. What would you like me to do about that?
SAVAGE: Honestly?
WILDKAT: We did agree we’d be honest.
When his response appeared on the screen, the muscles in her pussy clenched. She shivered.
SAVAGE: Honestly? I want to punish you for being late.
Katherine bit her lower lip to restrain a blossoming grin. It didn’t work.
WILDKAT: I was late.
SAVAGE: You were a bad girl. Weren’t you?
She hesitated, savoring the excitement, and then finally typed.
WILDKAT: Yes. I was a bad girl.
SAVAGE: What are you wearing?
It was a cheesy question, one they’d joked about more than once, but at the moment, the implications of the query only made her wetter.
WILDKAT: My teddy.
SAVAGE: The black satin?
WILDKAT: Yes.
SAVAGE: The one that makes your nipples so hard when you rub them?
WILDKAT: Yes.
SAVAGE: Jesus. God.
WILDKAT: Do you want me to touch myself?
SAVAGE: No. Not yet. Do you have a belt?
WILDKAT: A belt? Yikes!
SAVAGE: Come on, Kat. Play along here.
WILDKAT: Yes. I have the belt to my robe.
SAVAGE: Is it soft?
WILDKAT: Yes. And thick.
SAVAGE: Good. Go get it. And while you’re up, get that vibrator you used the last time.
WILDKAT: The one with five speeds?
SAVAGE: Yeah. I hope you changed the batteries.
The last time they’d used that vibrator, the poor thing ran out of juice. Katherine had come so many times she’d had to change the sheets.
It’d been worth it.
WILDKAT: Yes. I have extra-strength batteries in there now.
SAVAGE: LOL. Now get going. Don’t make me wait again.
Katherine rushed to collect the items he requested. She was a little unsteady on her feet because of the wine but also because imagining what he might have planned made her a little lightheaded. If she knew one thing about Savage, it was that he was one creative man. When he got sexy-creative, it could be mind-blowing.
She dropped the belt and the vibrator next to the laptop on the bed and sat down.
WILDKAT: Ready.
SAVAGE: One more thing.
WILDKAT: What?
SAVAGE: Your hairbrush.
WILDKAT: My hairbrush?
What the heck did she need that for?
SAVAGE: Are you questioning me? You can be punished just for that, you know.
WILDKAT: No. I’m not questioning you, Savage. Sorry. It’s right here.
She grabbed her hairbrush and dumped it on the small pile.
WILDKAT: Okay.
SAVAGE: Are you ready for your punishment?
Katherine sucked in a deep breath and willed herself to stop shaking. She really should have gone to the bathroom and mopped up before coming back to the bed. She could feel the cream oozing out of her pussy and dampening the bedspread.
WILDKAT: Yes.
SAVAGE: Okay now. Here is the crux of the entire punishment. You have to agree to play by the rules or we may as well stop now. Do you agree?
WILDKAT: Do I get to hear the rules first?
SAVAGE: No. You either agree…or we stop here.
WILDKAT: That doesn’t seem fair.
SAVAGE: Do you trust me?
She did. That was the weird thing. She’d never met the guy and they’d only talked online for a month or so. But she did trust him. Utterly and completely.
WILDKAT: Yes.
SAVAGE: Then agree to the rules.
WILDKAT: All right. I agree to the rules. What are they?
SAVAGE: There are only two rules. First, you do whatever I say.
WILDKAT: And the second rule?
SAVAGE: The second rule is, you don’t come until I say you can.
Chapter Two
Well, hell. She was ready to come right now. It wouldn’t take much to send her toppling over the edge. She glanced down at the pile of playthings and shuddered. How long could she resist the mounting orgasm if merely imagining his plans for her made juice drip down her thighs?
WILDKAT: Honestly, Savage, I don’t know how long I can hold out.
SAVAGE: You can do it, Kat. I’ll hold out with you. We can come together.
WILDKAT: You promise?
She would hate to think she was in this all alone.
SAVAGE: I promise. I won’t come until you come. No matter how long it takes. Are you ready?
WILDKAT: God, yes. I’m so wet.
SAVAGE: Are you touching yourself?
WILDKAT: Yes.
She was, but barely. Her clit was hard and slick. The lips of her pussy were swollen and fat and supersensitive. She couldn’t rub herself much or she’d break rule number two right off the bat.
SAVAGE: Well, stop. You’re not allowed to touch yourself unless I tell you to.
WILDKAT: Wait a minute. Is that a new rule?
SAVAGE: No. It’s part of rule number one. You do whatever I command but nothing else. Unless
you have permission. That means no stroking…
Katherine dropped back on the pillows. Her belly clenched in frustration—or perhaps it was anticipation. Now that she knew she wasn’t allowed to touch her clit, it throbbed even harder, begging for a tiny, tingling touch. Desperation clawed at her gut.
WILDKAT: Please, Savage.
SAVAGE: Please, what?
WILDKAT: Please let me touch myself.
SAVAGE: Not yet. Where’s that vibrator?
She picked up the long, thick phallus. It was smooth and contoured and bent at a very special angle. When inserted in just the right position, it nudged incessantly at her G-spot. She fingered the length of it, wondering. Would he let her seat it deep inside herself? Would he let her ride that wicked knob until she screamed? Or would he tease her? Would he bring her to the edge and make her beg for fulfillment?
WILDKAT: Here it is.
SAVAGE: Rub it against your clit.
She did, arching with delight.
SAVAGE: Does that feel good?
WILDKAT: Yes. Yes.
SAVAGE: Slip it inside. Just a little. Just there at the entrance. How does it feel?
It felt wonderful. But…
WILDKAT: Please. I want to shove it in. I want to feel it fill me up.
SAVAGE: Not yet. You need to be patient, little Kat.
