Reckless obsession, p.1
Reckless Obsession, page 1
part #3 of The Pope Family Series
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Epilogue
Note from the Author
About the Author
Acknowledgments
Reckless
OBSESSION
Book 3
Of
The Pope Family Trilogy
THERESA PAPA
RECKLESS OBSESSION
Copyright © 2019 by T. PAPA All rights reserved.
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The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. This book contains sexual content, dark themes, and violence of a sexual and physical nature that could trigger emotional distress in readers.
It is intended for adult readers ages 18 years or older.
ISBN-13: 978-1-7333091-5-8 (Ebook)
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to our two daughters who just shake their heads and laugh at my dirty mind.
Chapter 1
Jennifer Chambers
A part of me, deep inside, craves these dark desires. They have come to the surface since being forced to work at Club Beta, and this night is no different. Gazing in the mirror at my reflection, I turn from side to side, feeling no shyness or embarrassment for my nakedness. After all, I’m in the prime of my life. My full breasts are firm and sexy, my stomach is flat and toned, and my ass is set high and smooth.
Olga helps me dress for the VIP client who paid a lot of money for a special fantasy with me. They said he picked my photo and wouldn’t settle for anyone else.
I smile at my co-worker in the reflection. “Olga, what has he requested as far as the room, and where does he want me when he enters?”
“You will be in room five with the four-poster bed. He wants you blindfolded and tied when he enters.”
“He knows there are cameras in the room, right? I much prefer letting them tie me up after we’ve met. If I’m already helpless, I can’t defend myself if I have to.” Even though I’ve found being tied up turns me on, this is only the second fantasy I’ve worked, so I’m still kind of nervous about it.
My head falls back, and I close my eyes when she brushes my caramel brown waves into strands of silk. I try not to blink when she adds another coat of mascara to my dark eyes. Olga then turns the chair once again to face the full-length mirror and addresses my reflection.
“Well, we both know you can’t rely on someone watching the monitors to keep you safe, so I’ll tie you with the rope that rings the alarm should you need it.” I nod in response. “But I already saw this guy in reception, and he’s hot, firm, and sexy. His beautiful green eyes are soulful and honest. I wish he’d picked me. You still have to be careful, but I’ve been doing this long enough to be able to discern which ones are creeps compared to the ones who just want to live out their sexual fantasy. If we’re stuck here doing this, we might as well enjoy ourselves with the hot ones.” She winks.
I’m not sure what Olga’s story is. Maybe she’s being forced to remain here under observation too. Club Beta is the perfect place to hide in plain sight. I study her in the mirror as she holds the sheer robe out for me to put my arms in. The blonde beauty has her hair slicked back in a messy ponytail, leaving her long, delicate neck exposed. Her bright blue eyes sparkle, and her dimples appear when she smiles.
Underneath the short robe, my breasts are trying to burst out of the bustier that Olga cinched up tightly earlier. And it’s a good thing I always keep my regular waxing appointment because the thong leaves nothing to the imagination.
“All ready to be a man’s ultimate fantasy?” she asks as we walk down the hallway to room five. The many arched wooden doors lining the way give a medieval ambiance. Wrought iron crosshatched hardware centered high covers a lookout panel and adds to the mystery and excitement. Torch-like sconces light the way, and red candles are placed in niches. The subterranean dwelling is drafty, especially dressed in this garb. A shiver runs through my whole body when she puts the key into the lock and opens the fifth door.
The ropes are soft and pliable so they won’t hurt my wrists if I move. Olga moves swiftly around the bed, securing my wrists above my head and my ankles to the sides. I test each one, and they are all loose enough to enjoy pleasure and not inflict pain.
“Are you ready for the blindfold?” she asks as she leans over the bed, and I lift my head in answer to help her get it on. Everything is blocked out except for a small sliver of light at the bottom. My lungs expand with a deep breath. The soft, sensual music that the club pipes in is now noticeable in the room. The decadent scent of jasmine and coconut permeate the space.
“Thanks, Olga. Wish me luck.”
“I wish you luck and many orgasms.” We both giggle, and she exits the room.
My body tingles all over with excitement. Am I a masochist? No, I hated it when Jerome used to beat me. There was no excitement in that. This is different.
Chapter 2
Jaxson Pope
I gave my soul over to the fucking devil at a ripe young age. What good was righteousness when evil felt so amazing? I was schooled in the nasty ways of my scumbag uncle on how to use sex and hypnosis to make myself feel like a god. Molded by my sins, my blood forged with lascivious desire and my body formed from immoral shamelessness. So, when I leave my brother and my friends in the surveillance van and walk into the chamber at Club Beta, I find it fucking impossible to rein it in.
The main goal is to save Samantha’s friend Jennifer from being held against her will. She is on her back tied spread-eagle to the four-poster bed with a blindfold covering her eyes. Her body is tan, smooth, and voluptuous to a point where I’m about to lose my fucking mind. The bullshit plan was to introduce myself, make things believable for the cameras, and rescue her from this life as a sex slave, but all rational thought has left my brain at the erotic sight of her. My body responds rapidly to the vignette in front of me. Consequences be damned—I need to touch, taste, and fuck this woman thoroughly.
Without thinking clearly, I quickly strip off my shirt, boots, and socks. Like an asshole, I bury my shirt with the microphone attached in the drawer of the desk near the door. No need for Nico and Joe to know I really fucked her. I know, I know! Asshole. I straighten my mask before approaching the bed. Walking slowly, I unbutton my pants, and I can see her chest rising and falling rapidly when she hears me coming near. My fingertips gently caress her face while I whisper in her ear.
“There’s no reason to fear me. I would never hurt
“I want that too. I’m not frightened. I’m excited,” she says. Her hands pull at the restraints wanting to touch me. Not yet.
The moment I trace her lips with mine, it’s as if I set off a frenzy of desire between us. I throw my leg over to straddle her on the bed. Her tongue enters my mouth, and our teeth, lips, and noses mush against each other in a lust-driven dance. Then I push up, kneeling over this beguiling creature like the fucking king of the world. My breathing is just as erratic as hers now, my hands aching to touch her smooth skin.
“Jennifer, I need to touch you now.”
She nods her head vigorously, causing the silky brown hair fanned above her head to swish against the pillow.
With just my index finger, I trace a line from her left ear slowly down over her clavicle to the destination of the string resting in her cleavage. She shudders, arching her back and pressing her breasts toward me. Once I pull the string to set them free, her nipples pebble, and I glide my thumbs over both of them. My mouth waters as I lean down to take one into it, then pay equal homage to the other.
Moving slowly downward to her panties with my tongue, I grunt as I rip them off her body. Her belly flutters like a fish out of water when I drag two fingers through her wetness. She moans when they enter her and then again even more loudly once my mouth joins them. Jen’s hips move with my rhythm, and her head moves side to side when her orgasm takes over. I notice her arms and legs pull at the ropes, so as she comes down from her high, I untie her.
“Don’t move. Stay put,” I command as I move around the bed, rubbing her ankles and her wrists.
I peel off my leather pants, don a condom, and climb back on from the foot of the bed. I can tell she feels my weight on the bed again when she spreads her legs wider in welcome as I kneel before her. My head falls back, and a guttural growl escapes from my lungs as I enter her. She throbs around me and releases again as I struggle to last as long as possible. Vibrations take us over to the final climax, and we are both spent. I lie partly on top of her and remove the blindfold. Her eyes remind me of mahogany, deep and rich as she blinks to adjust to the light. She smiles up at me like I hung the moon.
“Hey, you okay?” I ask.
“That was amazing. I-I don’t know what to say,” she confesses, still blinking.
“That’s fortunate because I would be in big trouble should your best friend Sam find out about it. She would be upset that I couldn’t control myself. We have to keep this encounter just between the two of us,” I say, cocking my head and smiling down at her.
“Control yourself …? Well, we don’t usually go all the … what? Why would Sam find out? She has no idea I’m here. How do you know her?” She sits up, the look on her face twisted.
“Oh, um … I’m here to get you out. I’m Nico’s brother, Jaxson Pope. I have to keep my mask on right now in case they’re filming us. But you’ll soon see the resemblance.”
My hand travels up and down her hip as we talk.
“Very nice to meet you. So Sam thinks I need help?” I nod, bringing my eyes back up to hers when she continues. “Please, Samantha can never find out what I do here. I never wanted to risk her safety by involving her in this part of my life. Please… promise you will never tell anyone about this.”
“I promise.” I use two fingers and cross my heart. Then a confusing thought enters my mind. “You’re here of your own free will?”
“No … not really. It’s complicated.”
“Does that mean you’re coming with me tonight?”
“I have nowhere to hide, so I can’t leave here. Until I have a plan, I can’t escape,” she says, turning to sit on the edge of the bed and putting on the see-through robe laid out next to it. I stand and slide into my pants. She doesn’t attempt to hide her appreciation for my body, but I don’t think she realizes she’s eye-fucking the shit out of me.
“Listen, I don’t know why you’re hiding, but we can go over those details later. If what you need right now is somewhere to hide, then I can help you,” I affirm. Walking around the bed to her, I take her shoulders into my hands and make sincere eye contact.
“Jennifer, you can trust me. I can make you disappear from whoever holds you here. Let me take you away from this and keep you safe. Samantha would never forgive me if I left without you.”
Chapter 3
Jennifer Chambers
For the first time in my life, since my own father, I’m thinking of truly trusting a man. How can I say no to Jaxson Pope wanting to take care of me? Especially after that mind-blowing sexual encounter.
He wraps me in a blanket from the bed and then picks me up, cradling me in his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck, getting high on his sexy scent.
“You’re barefoot, so I’ll carry you. The door that leads outside to the surveillance van is right next to this room to the right. Hold on tight so we can be quick.”
Jaxson pulls open the heavy chamber door and peers out into a silent hallway. There is no one around to see us leave but the cameras. The humid night air envelops us as he exits the building and runs up the concrete stairs into the back parking lot. The man isn’t even breathing heavy as he carts my ass all the way up. He’s amazing.
“Oh shit, I knew it.” I gasp when a paneled van races up and screeches to a halt next to us.
“It’s okay! These guys are with me.”
The side door to the van opens quickly.
“Hey, Jax! You got her out,” the man inside says.
“Yeah, Joe. Let’s hurry and get out of here. Um … where’s Nico?”
“He went inside to remedy a problem with Tony.” He shrugs.
After he sets me in the seat next to him, Jaxson taps on his phone. Then he pulls me close, making my whole body warm again. I snuggle in against him willingly.
“Bring us to the next block over and we’ll meet my driver there. No reason to wait here for everyone to return. Let Nico know I’m taking Jen home with me tonight. Tell him to assure Samantha that Jennifer is fine,” Jaxson orders.
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Jaxson’s driver pulls through the wrought-iron gates and winds down a tree-lined entrance before finally pulling into a garage. I tilt my head and stretch my neck to briefly get a glimpse of the contemporary mansion looming over us in the darkness.
“Wow, this is where you live? Who else lives here?”
He slides across the seat and gets out. An outstretched hand beckons me as he bends into the door opening, and says, “It’s going to be just you and me and the staff. You’ll meet everyone tomorrow. Let’s get you settled in for tonight.”
Once inside the marble floors are cool against the pads of my feet. I follow Jaxson to an elevator, the hydraulic metal doors whirring open to welcome us inside. I pick up the tails of the blanket I have wrapped around me so they don’t get caught in the door. My reflection looks back at me when they close, and I admire my “just fucked” look. I start to giggle.
“Well, Jaxson, if I was trying to keep the fact that we slept together a secret, this look is giving off all the wrong vibes.” I cover my smeared face with my hands.
“Hey.”
He backs me up against the wall, his emerald eyes looking at my hair, then my face, and finally meeting my eyes. His fingers comb through my hair, smoothing it. Then they travel lightly over my cheek, stopping with his thumb caressing my lips. His stare moves there as if my lips are a juicy steak, and he hasn’t eaten in days.
“You’re enchantingly beautiful. I’m honored to have been the one to muss you up temporarily,” he whispers.
The doors open, breaking the spell, and he clears his throat before turning and exiting.
A silk carpet runner bisects the marble floors all the way down the long hallway. My toes dig into the plushness of the tone on tone silk yarns. My head spins from one detail to another, lighted by silver rectangle sconces along the pale gray walls. The only other illumination comes from the LED spotlights expertly enhancing the modern art hung on the walls and adorning the solid surfaces.
Jaxson stops at a door and nods for me to go inside. My hand covers my chest over my heart when I take in the bedroom. I smile at the memory of being restrained for him at the club when I see a sleek metal four-poster bed. My hand glides over the all-white sumptuous linens as I sit on the edge. I relax my fists from the blanket Jaxson rescued me with and let it fall. The breeze from the sliding glass wall of windows wafts over my exposed body to remind me that I’m still only wearing a loosely retied bustier and the blanket.
