The dark obsession boxed.., p.29
The Dark Obsession Boxed Set, page 29
“Wider,” he commanded. “Offer yourself to me.”
Pressing my ass into the crumpled bedcovers, I forced my thighs open wide, feeling both embarrassed and yet empowered to be displaying myself so blatantly to him.
Richard rose up then settled between my legs. His strong forearms caging in my head as I felt the first push of his cock.
“Richard…” High and strained, my plea came out like a pitiful squeak.
His previous finger fuckings had done nothing to prepare me for the feel of his cock at my entrance. My body immediately strained to accept the massive bulbous head.
My mouth opened on a silent scream as my fingernails dug into his shoulders.
Slowly he pushed, till the thick ridge of the head was inside, secure in my tight body.
I let out a sigh of relief as I shimmied my hips, trying to get more comfortable with the feel of him inside of me.
Lowering his brow, he focused on my mouth as he growled, “This is going to hurt, my love.”
My eyes widened. “Richard, please, I—”
Oh, God. My entire body hummed with anxious anticipation.
Arching his back, he pushed his hips forward in one violent thrust, piercing my body with the entire nine inches of his thick, throbbing length.
This time I did scream.
The shock of pain put all my senses on alert. There was nothing I wasn’t experiencing. The scratch of his jeans’ zipper teeth against my inner thigh. The musky smell of his lust. The power of his deep breathing as he began to thrust.
But mostly I felt the pain.
Oh, God, it hurt.
There was no room inside of my small body for him. It was too much. He was too big. I began to beg and plead as I scratched and clawed at his shoulders and back, desperately trying to escape his assault.
The hulking, muscled weight of his body held me in place as he rammed into me, thrust after thrust. I felt impaled and violated. It was as if by sheer force of will he had fused his body with my own, consuming me.
His mouth sucked in my nipple and began to torture it with bites and licks. Slowly, my body adjusted to his length, the inner muscles stretching and straining to accept him. I could feel an answering warmth unfurl and spread within my core. Shifting slightly, I pushed my hips down so that his shaft pressed closer to the sensitive area around my clit as he bore into me.
“Touch yourself, baby.” His words were muffled as his mouth opened on the side of my breast, his tongue tracing the curve.
Reaching down, I stroked my clit as my head fell back on a groan. My thighs began to shake as his immense body kept me spread wide. Still he pounded into me, driving deeper and deeper, bruising my womb.
Without warning, he pulled free and rose up off the bed.
The dramatic shift in my emotions startled me, to go from feeling too full and overtaken by his length to feeling empty and cold in a moment. By pulling free, it was as if he had taken all the warmth with him. I felt barren and drained.
Kneeling on the bed, his hands easily spanned my waist as he lifted me onto my knees, my back pressed against his chest.
“Reach between your legs and grab my cock.”
The edge of my hand brushed my clit as I fumbled between my thighs, feeling for his cock. My fingers brushed the soft skin of his shaft. Startled, I pulled back as if I had been scorched. Taking a deep breath, I reached again, this time wrapping my small hand around his cock. It was a hot metal rod covered in silk.
“Now put me inside you.”
His dark commands were a raspy whisper in my ear over my shoulder. His hand had brushed my hair to one side, exposing the delicate skin of my neck. Each word was spoken along the column of my throat and just under my ear, sending goosebumps down my arms.
I was so wet and open by now, he easily slid inside. Still, after a few inches, the new angle caused my body to clench and tighten with pain all over again.
“Push back. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Rocking my hips, I used the pain to spur me on. My emotions a twisted sick confusion of wanting to please him despite the agony.
“Harder.” Wrapping his strong arms around me, he slapped my right breast, then the left.
Crying out, I pushed back.
“Harder,” he yelled, slapping my breasts again. His palm hit them on the undersides, causing them to painfully bounce and sting.
Reaching between my legs, I pressed the tips of my fingers against my pussy as I began to move them in furious circles while impaling myself on his hard shaft.
“Say it,” he barked as his teeth grazed my shoulder. “Say it for me.”
I knew what he wanted. I knew there would be no going back once I said it. It would be done. The die cast. These words would forever damn me.
“Make it hurt.”
The energy in the room changed. A breath held had been released. A harness unbuckled. Deep, deep in my soul, I knew, with that simple phrase, I had just unleashed the beast.
His heavy hand pressed between my shoulder blades, forcing me facedown onto the covers.
“Ow!” I cried out as the movement caused my body to fold, tightening my insides around his cock.
He tugged on my hair as he methodically wrapped his fist, once then twice, in my long hair till his knuckles were pressed against the back of my skull.
Then he began to spear into me. Driving the full force of his bodyweight between my legs. Pummeling me relentlessly, till I could only clutch at the covers and brace for each powerful impact.
My hard nipples were rubbed raw against the sheets as my torso shifted back and forth with each driving thrust. Sharp stings radiated across my head as he used my hair to keep my body prone beneath him.
Each drive of his cock went deeper and deeper into my vulnerable body.
His hand ran over my now sweat-slick back to trace the crease between my ass cheeks.
“Richard! No! You can’t.”
It was one humiliation too many. One bit of pain too much. I still remembered the feeling of his thumb there from earlier today.
One thick finger pushed into my tightly clenched hole.
“Fuck!” I screamed.
My body tensed. A sickening rush of heat pooled between my legs. Wave after twisted wave of a tortured release was wrenched from my body. I could no longer tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began. As Richard continued to pump his finger in and out of my ass, he began to thrust faster and faster, nearing his own completion.
The power of his thrusts moved us both across the bed till I could reach out and grab the cold iron bars of my headboard.
With a roar he came, pumping stream after stream of hot cum deep into my now sore and bruised pussy.
His heavy body collapsed onto mine, caging me within his heat, his face so close to mine we shared the same labored breath. Reaching up, he ran the backs of his knuckles over my cheeks, wiping away the tears I hadn’t even realized I’d shed.
“You’re mine now, little bird.”
Looking over his shoulder, the gold birdcage caught my eye. An ominous omen.
CHAPTER 16
RICHARD
Reaching into my desk drawer, I pulled out a pair of gloves and slipped them on. While crossing the room, I selected the small brass key from my keyring as I approached the door. The well-oiled lock gave easily. Stepping inside, I surveyed the rows of tall mahogany, glass-fronted cases. Inside, nestled on racks of green velvet, rested over one hundred rare antique firearms.
Approaching the rifle case, I removed the center-displayed gun and returned to my office.
Sitting once more, I laid the gun across the large, leather-covered expanse of my desk and thought of Elizabeth.
While my white-hot rage may have cooled over the last several hours, my anger still smoldered. She had tried to leave me, to end our little game. That was unacceptable. Apparently, it was past time I made the permanency of our relationship plain to her.
There was no escape.
Her fate was now inextricably entwined with mine.
I honestly didn’t even remember what I’d done from the moment I read her text last night till the moment she was once more in my arms and under my control. My vision went black. My one single thought, my one single-minded purpose, was to get my hands on her and to never let go.
Closing my eyes, I relived the feel of her naked in my arms, the scent of her still lingering on my skin. The moment my body fused with hers will remain the most remarkable moment of my life.
It felt as if I had finally taken my first full breath after being underwater. As if I hadn’t been alive until that very moment. She was the lightning bringing Frankenstein’s monster to life.
Exhausted, she had quickly fallen to sleep after our lovemaking. Could you call the violent meeting of our bodies lovemaking?
After tucking her in, I waited for the handyman I employed at my own home to arrive to fix her door, knowing he would be discreet and not ask any unfortunate questions. Surveying the small, cluttered flat she shared with a roommate, I knew I needed to move her to my quarters soon. This building had only the rudimentary elements of security—a doorman and locks. If it weren’t for the doubling of the guards I had watching her, I would have never let her stay as long as this, but enough was enough. I needed her under my roof, and my control, away from all of these modern interferences.
She had me; she no longer needed a mobile phone, school, friends, or a job.
I would take care of her every need, her every want.
The modern world and all its dangers would cease to exist for her.
I would become her everything, as she was mine.
I should have forced her home with me last night but there were arrangements that needed to be made that I couldn’t have her witnessing. Let her enjoy her last few days of freedom.
Soon the cage door would close.
Reaching for the gun, I dipped a rag into the small, open bottle of Renaissance wax and began to methodically rub the solvent onto the gun, watching as the walnut stock began to glisten and gleam. The sporting rifle belonging to Queen Victoria’s Prince Albert was the highlight of my collection. I had fought long and hard to locate it, then outbid the vultures who descended as soon as word got out that Caspar Georg Koenig’s gun with its silver and mother-of-pearl scene of a hound chasing a fox had come up for auction. It used to be one of my most treasured possessions, until Elizabeth.
Polishing the browned steel barrel with its gold-overlaid trigger and lock, I went over my plans once more.
A low tone sounded before my assistant’s voice broke my reverie. “Your Grace, Dr. Leilend from Shelton Pharmaceuticals is here to see you.”
“Send him in.”
Staying seated and at my task, I greeted the doctor. “Thank you for traveling to London on such short notice. Please have a seat.”
The doctor fidgeted with his briefcase before nodding several times and taking a seat. His nervousness did not affect me. I was used to people being nervous in my presence. If they were smart, they would be.
“Of course, Your Grace. After all, you’re the new boss.”
I smiled. Yes, I was, after successfully buying the majority of stock shares in the company earlier this week.
Leaning back, I still held the rifle aloft. “Tell me about Blebbistatin, Doctor.”
Leaning forward, the doctor’s demeanor became animated. “It is pretty exciting stuff. Your memories are connected to neurons in the brain, which are supported by a molecule called myosin. We’ve figured out that you can disrupt certain memories if you disrupt this molecule, which is what Blebbistatin does.”
“So, you basically erase the memory before the brain puts it on the hard drive.”
Bouncing slightly in his chair, Dr. Leilend waved his hands in the air. “Exactly! You explained it perfectly. Except it doesn’t erase it, as much as disrupts it for a month or so.”
“With just one dose?”
“Yes! It just takes one dose. Amazing, isn’t it. The human brain.”
“And if you administer another dose? Does that extend the memory disruption?”
Dr. Leilend waved his hands again. “We don’t know! That is what is so exciting about my research. There is still so much to learn.”
Turning my attention back to cleaning my gun, I kept my voice casual. “I’m going to need a few samples of that drug.”
Dr. Leilend laughed.
Looking up, my brow lowered. “Did I say something funny, Doctor?”
Losing his previous excitement, the doctor shrank back in his seat and began to stammer. “It’s… it’s… not… not possible. It’s an extremely… extremely… dangerous drug, Your Grace. We are years away from a full human trial. Not to mention the ethical repercussions.”
Running my gloved hand over the long barrel, I didn’t even bother to look up. “You have a choice, Doctor. Either have your funding completely cut off or doubled.”
The doctor’s shoulders slumped. Standing, he lowered his head. “I will ship you two doses.”
“Double that, if you wouldn’t mind.”
His eyes widened but he slowly nodded and left my office.
Raising the rifle, I looked down the barrel, imagining a sleek, chestnut-haired fox within my sights, and pretended to pull the trigger.
CHAPTER 17
LIZZIE
My head turned at the sound of the small bell chimes. A group of students filed in through the narrow café door, bringing a burst of early fall wind with them. Letting out the breath I was holding, I continued spinning the now empty disposable coffee cup in my hands. I had already shredded the cardboard hand protector. The pathetic bits and pieces lay scattered across the table.
Once more the bell sounded. This time it was just an older couple.
Pushing the cup away, I checked my phone for the thousandth time that morning.
Me: I’m sorry, Richard, but I can’t see you anymore.
Richard:
What was I expecting? An I’m sorry I kicked down your door and fucked you senseless last night text?
I had woken up this morning tucked snugly into my bed. Looking around the bedroom, everything was neat and in order just as usual. Walking into the main part of the flat, I was stunned to see the door perfectly intact on its hinges. Going up on my tiptoes, I snuck a peek out the peephole. No men in black fatigues guarded the entrance. If I wasn’t so sore between my legs, I would have seriously thought I had imagined the whole thing. Even with my bruised thighs, I still wasn’t entirely certain it had happened.
I became convinced when I returned to my room. On the pillow next to mine was the purple bejeweled bird pin Richard had given me yesterday. Only one person could have left it there.
His little bird.
I still hadn’t quite wrapped my mind around what happened last night. The fact that it was absolute obsessive insanity, I had a firm grip on. It was my feelings about that insanity I was having a hard time with. Against my absolute sane and sober better judgment, I loved it. Damn me to hell for being a complete idiot, but I loved every minute of it. There was just something so intoxicating about driving a man like that to madness.
What girl wouldn’t want a man so crazy with want for you that he kicked down a door to get to you?
Kicked. Down. A. Door.
The sex was mind-blowing. Never in my life had I just been taken over like that. I wasn’t me; I was a body being used, abused, and treasured all at the same time.
The bell chimed and I jumped.
More students.
There was no denying I was half expecting to see Richard charging through that door at any moment. I wasn’t exactly disobeying him. It was more like I was thinking about disobeying him. Sitting at a café across from uni, my class started in thirty minutes. I hadn’t decided yet if I was going to go in.
I knew Richard demanded I quit school but he couldn’t possibly have been serious. It was ludicrous.
Probably just an angry utterance in the moment. Still, Richard hadn’t really struck me as the type of man to say things he didn’t mean. Could he have been serious about my visa? Did he have the power to get me a resident visa? Probably. Jane mentioned that as a duke he was also a member of the House of Lords so I guessed it was possible. Even if it was true, what did he expect me to do? Lie around all day naked just waiting for him to come and fuck me?
My thighs clenched at the tantalizing thought. For a moment I allowed myself to think what a life under Richard’s control would be like. Sitting around just waiting for him to come and pleasure me. Not having to worry about school or a job. Always having pretty couture gowns and jewelry. I would bet he even had one of those gorgeous English estates out in the country. It would be like living inside a Victorian movie.
The idea was tempting, but it wasn’t like he had actually offered any of that. No, he had just ordered me to stop attending school. Easy for him to say; they probably wouldn’t even give me my tuition back.
Collecting all the scraps of cardboard, I shoved them into the empty cup and rose to throw it away before returning to the table to grab my messenger bag. Tilting my chin up, I strode through the door, across the street, and stopped dead just outside the university grounds.
Dammit.
Looking around, I tried to spy Richard in every man in a suit who crossed my path. Strangely enough, it felt almost as if he were watching right now. Waiting for me to screw up and walk into that school, so he could drag me out and punish me for disobeying him.
Was it fucked up I was actually turned on by the idea?
I wondered if he’d sling me over his shoulder. Or just drag me out by my hair.
Jesus, I needed help.
This guy had me all turned around. I no longer knew myself or what I was capable of. Worse than all of that, I thought I had truly gone and done the unforgivable.
I had fallen in love with him.
It was too soon. I barely knew him and quite frankly he kind of scared the hell out of me, but there was no denying I was in love with the man.
