His Obsession (9 page)

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 back 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.

“A lot of people like you,” she
said.

“I’m a likeable guy when I want to
be.”

A waitress came out with a menu and
handed it to each of them. “It has been too long since you’ve been here, Stephen.
We were starting to worry in case you’d gone missing.”

“Sorry, Diane.
I’ve been busy.”

“Are you going to introduce me to
your girlfriend?”

“That depends. Are you going to
scare her away?”

Ursula listened to the banter
between the two, watching the different man Stephen transformed into.

“I won’t bite, but that depends on
what she orders. I’ve seen the magazines, Stephen. I know the type of woman you
date.”

“In that case can I have the
pancakes with syrup and bacon? Extra on the pancakes,” Ursula said. “I’m Ursula
Mills.” She put her hand out to Diane.

The other woman observed her before
taking her hand. “I like her. She won’t take any of your crap. He can be
awfully broody sometimes.” Diane jotted down her order then left.

“You have a lot of explaining to
do,” Ursula said.

“What?” he asked. Diane brought them
out their coffee before disappearing again.

“Stephen Knox, you’re a wealthy man
with plenty of businesses under your belt, and yet you come to a diner and are
more at home with them than you are in your own house.” She’d noticed plenty of
times the way he looked out of touch in certain rooms. Most of the time he
looked relaxed in the kitchen.

“This is where my mum and dad used
to take me for breakfast every weekend morning. They were always busy, but they
never missed a day,” he said.

“You loved your parents?”

“Yes. They loved each other, and at
times I felt like an outsider. They did love me though. I know they did.” He
was smiling.

“You should smile more often. So,
why do you hate your home so much?”

He paused as Diane placed pancakes
in front of them. She ruffled his head then left.

“It’s not my house. At least, it has
never felt like my house. It’s a building that’s passed down through
generation, and because I’m the only child of the previous
Knoxes
the house was passed down to me.”

She nodded, biting into the pancake.
“Why don’t you redecorate?”