Blind Obsession (32 page)

I turn and start to make my way out. Just as I reach the door joining the music room, I hear her laugh coming from the still playing CD and I swear I hear,
He already was.

Chapter  Twenty-One ~ Possess

Like the hounds of hell are after me, I run up the stairs two at a time. I turn sharply into the hall, heading back up to my piece of privacy in this place. When I start to make my way past
his
room, the door swings open. He reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me inside.

As I’m tugged into the pitch dark, I hear the door slam, as my back is thrown against it. I can’t see anything. I’ve gone from a brightly lit space to complete inky darkness. All I can hear is breathing
—his breathing and mine.
Without a sound uttered, I feel his hands reach down my body to grip the journal I’m still hanging on to.

“Give it to me,” he demands softly.

I relinquish my hold, and I hear a soft thump. I know he has dropped it on the floor. I can barely make him out in front of me, so I can’t see the expression on his face, but the mood in the room is tense.
I’m disturbed, and he’s explosive
.

His fingers start to trace down, whisper soft, from my temples to my cheekbones. He reaches my jaw, and then his mouth is there. Lips to skin, he presses a soft gentle kiss to the right side of my jaw. His touch is in direct contrast to the waves of agitation I feel rolling off of him. As he shifts, a small burst of air ruffles my hair. He’s planted his palms on both sides of my head. I can feel my traitorous body pulsating as my pussy starts to throb.

I’m turned on.
This mysterious and intimidating man has me pinned to his bedroom door, surrounded by shadows, and I can’t help but want him inside of me.

“If you want to leave, leave now.”

The warning in his voice rumbles over my tightly strung nerves. When I make no move to go, he lets out a chuckle that’s low, disturbing, and God help me, sexier than anything I have ever heard.

“In that case, while you’re in here, you are mine.”

I can’t help the needy sigh that leaves me as his mouth moves above mine. His warm breath floats across my lips.

“Do you want to be mine?”

I close my eyes.
He’s fucking with me now.
I know I can’t be his. He knows he can’t offer that to me, but he seems to like playing this fucked-up game. When I don’t respond, that wicked chuckle escapes again as he brings one of his hands down to tug apart my ripped blouse. His warm palm cups my breast and squeezes it tightly.

“Spread your legs,” he commands gruffly.

The hand at my breast slides down my body to palm my aching mound, pressing firmly against it.

“Are you ready for me, Gemma? Did arguing with me make your pussy wet? It made my cock hard, and now, I want to put it in you. What do you think about that?”

Pushing my hips out to him, I bite my bottom lip in an attempt to keep my mouth shut. It’s almost embarrassing how ready I am. While his strong hand grinds my covered flesh, he lowers his head, brushing his lips on my ear.

“Now then, no one is in here to watch me fuck the blonde. So, what do you say, Gemma? Are you going to let me get in between your long, sexy legs?”

I moan and feel my lips part as his arm wraps around my waist and his hand rubs over my ass. He tugs my body forward, pushing his hard cock against me.

“Or maybe you want me here, hmm?”

I feel my heart accelerate at the implication.

“No answers from you? You were so talkative only minutes ago. What happened?”

Refusing to answer, I reach out with determined hands. I smooth them up and over his shoulders where I grip him, drawing him down to me. His mouth opens over mine, and immediately, his tongue is inside my mouth. I grasp his shoulders tightly, feeling my body weep as his tongue rubs against my own sinuously.

I’m going crazy. I want this man to possess me. I want him inside of me. I want him any way I can get him.

Feeling his sweater under my hands, I find I’m getting frustrated because I want skin.
I want him.
Pulling my mouth from his, I pant. “Take this off.”

Releasing me, he steps back as I remain propped against the door. Not wanting to waste any time, I undo my pants and push them off along with my panties. After stepping out of them, I stand back up, and he’s there in front of me. He gets as close to me as possible, and I feel his naked body on mine. His engorged length presses into my stomach while his hands move back up to frame both sides of my head. He dips his legs and drags his cock back and forth against me.

My hands move up to his shoulders again, gripping hard, while I grind my needy body against him. That’s when I feel his hands move under my ass, clutching each cheek tightly, as he hauls me up. My legs automatically wrap around his waist.

“Yes,” he hisses out. “Wrap those long, glorious legs around me, Gemma. Hold on tight.”

I do as I’m told and cling my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. My sensitive breasts crush against him as he pivots and walks us through the darkness to the bed, where he lays me down across the soft mattress. Following me, he presses me into the pillow top. Bracing his hands on the sides of my head, he pushes himself up while grinding his stiff shaft against me.

“I can smell your arousal, Gemma. You smell fucking delicious.” Leaning down over me, he whispers against my mouth, “Let me taste.”

My lips part as I nod.

“No. Bring it to me. Offer yourself.”

I can hear ringing in my ears as the blood rushes through my head while the erotic request penetrates my lust-addled brain. Slowly, I reach down between our bodies, stopping at the apex of my thighs.

“Like this?” I ask. I find myself anxious to please him, so he can ease my ache.

“Yes, Gemma, bring it to me.”

Dipping my fingers through my own juices, I coat my fingers and bring them up to his face. I watch in a trance as he slowly lowers himself. Resting on his left side, he takes my wrist firmly and lifts my fingers to his mouth.

My chest is heaving now in anticipation of what he is about to do. I can’t take my eyes away from him. He opens his mouth and sucks the tips of my wet fingers between his sensual lips. My mouth parts at the sheer decadence of the act. As a moan slips free, I raise my aching hips while he sucks two of my fingers deep into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around them, cleaning my very essence from my fingers.

Being this close, I can now see his eyes through the darkness. His gaze penetrates me as he starts to rub his weeping shaft against my thigh. I’m so wet that I can feel the moisture dripping from my body as it trickles down to my ass crack. I’m locked in the most erotic battle of wills I have ever been in.

Finally, he releases my fingers free from his mouth, creating a sexy popping noise. His whole body moves up and over me again until his lips are on mine. His tongue pushes inside my mouth, and I can taste myself all over him.

Groaning loudly, I plant my feet on the bed and raise my hips up to him. He grinds down, but he makes no attempt to enter me. As he thrusts over and over, I can feel his cock as it leaks warm, sticky pre-cum on my skin.

“Roll over, Gemma.” He groans as he braces his weight on his arms, lifting himself up.

Blinking at him, I hesitate for a moment as his left hand moves between my thighs. Moaning loudly, I arch up and push my hips against his hand, seeking penetration.

“Roll over,” he demands again, removing his hand.

Not seeing any other option for release, I do as he asked. I turn over onto my stomach, settling my right cheek on the soft comforter. Immediately, I feel his body covering me from head to toe.

His warm cock nestles into the crack of my ass as his left hand rests on the mattress. I can feel his solid chest pressed firmly against my back and shoulder blades. His large thighs straddle over mine, and I can feel the hair from them tickling my outer thighs.

Rubbing my aching flesh on the mattress, I try to find some kind of satisfaction against the soft material, but nothing is easing me. That’s when his teeth skim over the skin joining my shoulder and neck. My hips buck back and wedge his heavy throbbing length farther between my ass cheeks.

“Ahh, yes, Gemma.”

His voice creeps into my ear and skates down over my spine, causing goose bumps to rise over my flesh.

“I want
this
,” he tells me as he pushes his erection back and forth between my cheeks.

I know what he wants. I’ve never had a man there. The thought terrifies me, but at the same time, it turns me on more than I care to admit. In fact, the thought alone has my pussy clenching and my ass cheeks flexing.

Shifting my hips up, I try to bring my hand under my body, so I can ease myself in some way. Before I get my arm fully under me, Phillipe grips my wrist and pulls it out, placing it by my head. I can see it being held down by his large palm, and the entrapment turns me on even more.

“No, no. I get your pussy, Gemma,” he informs me darkly. He moves in close to my ear. “I get your pussy and…” He thrusts his hips, driving that steel-like shaft against me. “I get your ass.”

Whimpering, I raise my hips as he scoots away from me. He releases my hand, and I feel the absence of his body more acutely than ever before. Quickly, his hands are back, gripping my hips. He tugs me up until I’m on my hands and knees in the center of his bed.

“Yes, just like that,” he murmurs, his hot breath against my ass. “Spread your knees a little.”

I do as requested, hearing him groan.

“Nothing is going to stop me from getting inside of you, Gemma. Nothing.” He promises.

His mouth is on my thigh, his tongue lapping up the slick path that my juices have created. He moves his sinful mouth closer and closer to the part of my body that is weeping with need for him. Fisting the mattress tightly, I push back as his tongue swipes across my swollen lips. He licks a little harder the second time, as his tongue dips inside of me and my desperate moan splits through the silence.

“Phillipe!” I cry out.

Instead of a response, I feel his mouth leave the space between my thighs right before his fingers grasp my hips. His insistent cock kisses my pussy, as slowly, inch by delicious inch, he slides into my wet center. When his hips are finally flush against my ass, he stops and waits. I try to push back, but he holds me still.

“Not yet,” he instructs while his fingers trace over the curve of my spine. “Jesus, you’re perfect.”

Panting heavily, I can feel my breasts swaying and aching as he plays my body as expertly as someone would an instrument. Finally, he grips me and starts to move. Gradually at first, he pulls his cock from me, before he rocks forward, slamming back into me hard. I cry out and hold on to the comforter. Again, he stops, fully seated in my pulsating core. His fingers repeat their motion on my spine, flirting down my back, but this time, they don’t stop at the end of my tailbone. They continue their path to my ass and push against my rear entrance.

Before I can question or get comfortable with the notion, the fingers are gone, and he’s pulling out of me and slamming back inside, making me forget everything but the deep penetration of him at this angle.

“Oh fuck.” He grunts as he impales me over and over.

My whole body jerks forward with each strong thrust of those hips. Moaning and shoving my hips back against him, I find everything in my mind is gone. All thoughts have disappeared. In their place, pure instinct fills me with the need to fuck and demand to be fucked. Like an animal, I find myself thrusting back on the cock that is dominating my every feeling at this moment. When his finger returns to my ass, I feel the tip of it pushing inside, and all I can do is strain back against him harder.

Instead of being frightened, I’m even more turned on, knowing that I am giving him what he wants, and the thought of what he’s seeing as he fucks me and fingers my ass further seduces me.

“Gemma, your ass is so tight. It’s so fucking warm.”

He stills inside my soaked and well-used cunt as he leans over and grabs my hair. Jerking my head back, he makes me look at him over my shoulder. His eyes are almost glowing in the darkness, and the feral lust on his face ignites my own fever pitch desire. As he watches me, flexing his hips slightly, he pushes his finger deep inside me, and I scream out.

“Yes.” He groans and starts to fuck me again. “Yes, Gemma, I’m going to take you. I’m going to fuck your ass hard, and you’re going to love every fucking moment of it,” he promises darkly as he releases my hair.

My head falls forward, and I brace my hands on the bed as he hammers into my moist depths. Abruptly, he pulls out completely.

The shock and loss of his fullness makes me cry out. “Phillipe!”

There’s no response in the darkness, the only sounds coming from my harsh breathing. I can’t even hear him over my labored breaths, but then he’s back. His lips are against my ass cheek as his teeth nip and bite the tender skin there.

Making his way to my crack, his hands come up to grip both cheeks, pulling them apart to spread me wide. Ashamed but aroused, I groan and lower my head and upper body to the mattress, leaving my hips in the air. I’m on display, and he can see everything.

“Oh yes, you are fucking delicious,” he tells me before swiping his hot, wet tongue over my quivering hole.

“Oh god.” I gasp, feeling my pussy clench and gush.

“Ahh.” He chuckles sensually against my exposed flesh, his hot breath whispering across my most vulnerable skin. “You like that.” He states as he continues to swipe his moist tongue against me.

Closing my eyes, I try to forget what he is seeing and just go with the sensation. I feel one of his fingers right there beside his tongue, and as it pushes into my back passage, I find myself grinding back toward him. My body is greedy for anything he will give me.

“That’s right, Gemma, take my finger into you. Suck it in deep.”

His voice is as hypnotic as his finger and mouth. As he starts fucking me with his long digit, his mouth bites my ass cheek, as his tongue dips down to lick where his finger is penetrating me. I can hear my whimpers of pleasure and frustration, and I don’t even understand what it is I want.