Obsession (15 page)

“Once again, this just proves you don’t know shit about women. Hannah had a fascination with Dominance and submission long before I came into the picture. Her porn of choice is usually rough, and she enjoys being taken care of…probably why she gets along so well with Joy.”

At the mention of Hannah’s busty blonde roommate, Ramón’s gaze flared, but he didn’t say anything.

“The hypnosis I did on her never would have worked if the desire wasn’t already there. I can’t make her be something she’s not, but I can program her body to respond positively to Daddy play, and other things. So don’t expect to just grab a random woman off the street and tell her you’re going to be her Master and she’s going to be your sub.”

Ramón merely raised a brow and regarded me with a blank look, like I didn’t know all about his taste for bratty submissives. “My dad wants to have Hannah over for dinner next weekend.”

Shit, I knew this was coming. They all had so much riding on my success, but I needed more time to get her used to me, to the idea of us, before I sprang the Cordova cartel on her. “She’s not ready.”

“Is it working? Your plan? Is it making her fall in love with you?”

The leather chair beneath me creaked as I leaned back in it and held my bored expression firmly in place, when I really wanted to throttle him for making me repeat what I’ve told him over and over again. “For the last time, neither D128 nor the truth serum cannot be used to make someone love you. It can only addict her body to mine and allow her to push past the boundaries of what society thinks is right and wrong. Any affection, any love she feels for me, has to be earned.”

“I know that,” he smirked. “I just like to get you riled up.”

Staring at him, I wondered how upset Hannah would be if I came back to her with bloody knuckles. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

Ramón grimaced and looked down at his nails. “No. Since I’ve given up pussy until the perfect pussy comes along, I’ve found I have a lot of free time on my hands. It’s given me a chance to reevaluate things…and one of the problems I have with my mother’s brilliant idea to ensure loyalty is that it could take away a woman’s free will. I absolutely do not want that. Am I clear?”

“If—
if
—this works, it may not work with every woman. Hannah happens to be one of those people that’s very susceptible to suggestion, others are more resistant. And you won’t be able to claim the woman you choose, not until you’ve done enough reconnaissance on her to know, truly know, her likes and dislikes, who she is as a person, what she needs to be happy. If I don’t style the suggestions exactly right, her brain will reject them, no matter how many drugs we pump into her.”

Giving me a frown, Ramón adjusted himself. “Fuck, I think my dick’ll fall off by then.”

I couldn’t help rubbing Hannah in his face, remembering all the times he teased me for my obsession with her, for giving up any woman until I could have Hannah coming beneath me.

“It will be worth it in the end—and you’ll know you have the right woman if you’re not being led by your dick.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right. Look, just come to dinner in a few weeks. I promise I’ll make sure Hannah has fun, and everyone will behave. They’re genuinely curious about her, not just because of what she represents for the future of the cartel, but because they want to get to know the woman that won your heart. In their own fucked-up way, my parents want to see you happy.”

A heavy sigh escaped me as I gave in to the inevitable. “Can you promise me Judith will behave?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, he gave me a wry grin. “Miracles can happen.”

I sighed again and stretched my arms high above my head as my upper back cracked. “Next week is still too soon. Tell your father I’ll see him in two, maybe three weeks. Give him the excuse that Hannah has finals and I want to wait until they’re over before I start to show her our world. She’s worked hard at school, and I’m not going to fuck that up for her.”

“You really care about her, don’t you?”

“I do, very, very much. Judith needs to understand that, and back off. This isn’t a science experiment, this is my life, and if I’m made to feel like I’m living in a lab, I won’t like it.”

Nodding, Ramón’s gaze shifted to the bookshelves around me. “Never pictured a house like this for you, but I like it. Feels more like a home than your place in the city. Hannah like it?”

“She does.”

“I’m going to apologize in advance if I’m weird around her. After watching the living room camera at her apartment so much, I feel like I know those girls.”

Tensing, an unexpected jealousy burned through me. “I didn’t know you were keeping such a close eye on them.”

“Easy,
mi amigo
. It wasn’t your woman I’ve been watching.”

I hoped he meant Joy, but decided to fuck with him a little. “Please tell me it isn’t Kayla.”

“That cokehead cunt? No, not her.”

“Ahhh, Joy then. She’s very beautiful, very loving, and a good friend to Hannah.”

A hint of red tinted his cheeks and I swore he was blushing. “Indeed. And kind, smart, funny—and feisty.”

“But also very independent.”

“She is, but much like Hannah used to, Joy picks weak men who need to be fixed in some way. I believe her maternal instincts are stronger than she wishes to admit, that taking care of people, nurturing them, is what makes her happy. And I know she wants children of her own.”

“How so?”

“I’ve seen her looking at baby sites and browsing baby names. She looks very wistful while she does it. Her sister has recently had a daughter out in Oregon and Joy misses her terribly.” His fond look dimmed. “I keep waiting to find something wrong with her, but she’s so freakishly…
good
.”

“You like her.”

“No, but I want to. I can’t give myself permission to feel anything for her other than friendship until I know for sure she won’t betray me, that she wants a strong family-centered life as much as I do. That she’ll not only indulge my desire to have her be my submissive, but will find immense pleasure while wearing my collar. I’m a good Master, I know how to please my subs, and I can’t imagine a life where I have to hide my desires from a wife who isn’t into the same things I am.” A scowl twisted his full lips. “I’ll end up like my uncle Ed, married to a bitch who won’t spread her legs without the lights being off and fuckin’ church music playing.”

I couldn’t help but laugh because what he said wasn’t a lie. “True, but I don’t think you’d have to worry about that with Joy.”

“No, I wouldn’t. She’s like a sexual nuclear bomb waiting to be set off. The lovers she brings home don’t satisfy her. She always ends up masturbating after they leave, and it’s a crying shame, because she comes like a porn star. All quivering tits and aching moans.” Some of the Ramón I used to know surfaced from beneath his grief, a flash of the prankster who loved to make people smile. “You should see her nipples,
mi amigo
, the areolas are big and dark, like half-dollar-sized chocolate drops.”

I cleared my throat and leaned forward. “As far as I know, I don’t have any cameras in Joy’s room.”

Ramón grinned with more mischief than I’d seen in his eyes in a long time. “No, but I do.”

For one brief moment his entire demeanor softened in a way I hadn’t seen before, and I knew Ramón liked Joy more than he was willing to admit to even himself.

Interesting. I’d thought for sure he would have gone for a more passive woman; even I could see that taming Joy would be a challenge and a half. This would change my plans a little bit, I couldn’t use Joy to blackmail Hannah in the future if I needed to, but I knew it would be much easier to keep Hannah in my life if Joy happened to be married to one of my friends. I wasn’t sure if Joy’s sassy nature would bend to Ramón’s iron will, but if Ramón had been watching her, then he knew what he was getting himself into.

Or at least he thought he did.

“I met her before,” he blurted out in an uncharacteristic display of nerves. “Six months ago. Total coincidence. I mean, I didn’t even recognize her at first. She was pissed. At home, she’s always happy and smiling, plus I was used to looking at her from the angle of the cameras in the corners of the rooms. She looks different in real life. Shorter.”

“You still haven’t told me how the hell you met Joy.”

“Remember when my cousin Jonas was being a dumbass and partying at college instead of studying, pissing away his chances of a good future?”

I nodded without comment. Of course I did, I was the one Judith and her sister Doris had sent to scare the fuck out of Jonas and rough him up a little, letting him know his mother and aunt did not appreciate him screwing up his chances of becoming a lawyer or doctor. He’d been spending most of his time with a particular girl, so I used her as leverage against him as well, and he’d quickly become a straight-A student.

“Well, we were only tipped off about his fucking up by his tutor. She drove all the way from Tempe to Sedona to visit my Aunt Doris, so she could inform her that if Jonas didn’t show up for his next tutoring session for the class he was failing, she was going to report him to her counselor. Evidently, she only got paid if he showed up, and she was tired of his empty promises. She yelled all of this at
me
, of course, because I was the one unlucky enough to happen to have been visiting, and opened the door for her.” A faint smile curved his lips. “We didn’t exactly hit it off, but Aunt Doris thought watching a little sexy-as-hell blonde
chica
mouth off to me was hilarious, right up until the point in Joy’s rant about Jonas failing his classes.”

“I bet. Why didn’t you tell me earlier that you knew her?”

“Because I
don’t
know her. I only saw her that once, and right after I had to head down to San Salvador to meet with our distributors and make some heads roll.”

He meant that, literally—Ramón enjoyed beheading his enemies—and I smirked. “I could see how that might distract you.”

“Yeah.” He rubbed his hands over his face. “But I thought about her…Joy. A lot. She became the star of my wet dreams, but I never did anything about it. After dealing with the human filth who thought they could steal from the Cordova cartel, I felt like a bastard for even considering tainting her with our messed-up reality.”

I shrugged. “Hannah’s better off with me than without. It’s a cold, dark world out there that loves to try to snuff out bright lights like my girl.”

He nodded, understanding all too well what I was telling him. “Then I wish you luck. I’ll let my father know and stall him as long as possible, but you’ll have to bring her over sooner than later. Will she be weaned off the D128 in a couple weeks?”

“It might be closer to a month before it’s entirely gone.”

“Closer to a month, got it. Last thing I want is Hannah trying to ride your dick at the dinner table.”

“Remind your mother that it’s her fault she can’t meet Hannah earlier because she decided to up the dose behind my back.”

“You say that like she’ll care.”

“Good point.” Eager to get back to my woman, I stood and Ramón followed suit. “On that note, it’s time for you to get the fuck out.”

“You sure you don’t want me to stay and have a drink? Maybe play a game of cards with you and Hannah?”

“Out.”

I didn’t bother to see him to the front door, instead going the opposite direction and all but running to the media room.

My throbbing shaft was already rock hard and I had to take a moment to grip myself and calm the fuck down. I’d hurt her if I went after her like an eager bull, damage her small body. The only pain I wanted to cause her was intentional, not accidental, and never anything that she didn’t enjoy.

When I walked into the room, I found her still in the beanbag chair, with her legs spread wide, her head thrown back, and her breath coming in harsh pants.

Jesus fucking Christ.

The scent of her pheromone-heavy arousal drenched the air, a biological byproduct of the D128. As her desire increased, so did her body’s need to mate, and like any healthy female animal, she gave off subtle signals to the male of her species that she badly needed cock inside of her. Any man within a hundred feet of Hannah would be unable to stop his instinctive response, and I sucked in a deeper breath, the savage urge to breed her making me crazy with lust. Her fingers were so pale and slender as they plunged into her deep reddish-pink, swollen folds. Arousal glistened between her legs and even from here, the sound of her slick pussy teased me.

I fisted my cock, squeezing it hard as a spurt of precum tingled up from my tight balls.

A quick glance at the time showed I had one more hour until I could take charge, so that meant I couldn’t indulge in my first impulse to fuck her.

This was still her show, and I needed to push her into taking what she wanted because when I took over, when Daddy really came home to play with his princess, there would be no mercy.

“Baby girl.”

To my surprise, she began to orgasm, her hips snapping as her hand worked busily beneath the short maroon skirt of her dress.

“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned, and I just about filled my pants with cum, again.

I stood frozen while her body twitched and undulated, her face tightening as if in pain, then relaxing into the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen.

Once she was breathing somewhat regularly again, I said, “Hannah, you have less than an hour left of being in charge. If you have any fantasies you want to explore, you need to fulfill them now.”

Lazily, she opened her eyes, one hand still stroking, the fabric of her dress moving with her panting breaths. “Get naked.”

I did as she asked with a smile, loving the way she visually devoured me, her hand moving faster, her lips parting as she stared at me like I was a god. Clad only in my white boxer briefs, I strode over and stood before her, confident in both my body and my cock. When she struggled to sit up in the beanbag, I once again hauled her out, smiling when she jumped up so her legs were wrapped around my hips. The rounded curves of her ass filled my hands as I supported her, watching her react to me. Reaching between us, she arranged my dick so it stuck straight up past the waistband, the sensitive head of my shaft rubbing against her smooth belly.

“I want to try something,” she whispered as she looked down at my chest, her voice hesitant even as her pussy ground against my cock.

“Anything.”

“Take me to a bathtub, please.”

Curious, I did as she asked, carrying her the length of the house to the master bedroom. She was too busy sucking on my neck, and getting herself off, to notice the enormous four-poster bed, or the delicate white furniture, or even the framed original prints of an artist she adores. It was a built and decorated just for my girl, and I hoped she enjoyed it, but right now I needed to be inside of her with a fever that set fire to my blood, making me fight to keep from just finding any hard surface to fuck her against, now.

Christ, her pussy smelled incredible. Distilled sex. I needed to lick that sweet cunt clean at some point, after I dirtied her up.

Hannah let out a little huff of warm air against my bare chest when I set her down in the master bathroom. Orange, red, and gold-shot solid marble slabs made up the walls of the big rectangular room, the smoked glass skylights above slices of darkness against the cream stucco ceiling and dark exposed wood beams. The recessed lighting brought out the glass mosaic floor that looked like a carpet of fall leaves, and the bathtub was big enough for five people, though I never intend on having anyone but myself and Hannah in it.

There were four faucets to fill up the tub quickly and I turned them all on, the rush of water filling the air around us with quiet thunder.

Turning, I took a moment to admire her delicate beauty before I rubbed my hands over her shoulders, the skin so incredibly soft. “May I undress you?”

“Please.”

She basked in my attention as I carefully stripped her down, pausing to kiss the indent of her hipbone, to tease her ribs with light flicks of my tongue.

When I reached her navel, she pushed me back then crossed her arms, hiding her elongated, raspberry-pink nipples from my eager view. “In the tub.”

Counting down the minutes until her time in control was over, I sank into the warm water with a sigh. Baths weren’t something I normally did, I didn’t have the time or the patience for them, but with Hannah in my life now, I’d be indulging in all kinds of new things simply so I could experience them with her. She’d always wanted to go skiing, and I already had a chalet in Aspen reserved for two weeks in December, where I planned on taking her for Christmas. I know she normally went home with either Kayla or Joy for the holidays because her parents were self-centered pieces of shit, but this year she’d have me, and everything would be different.

The burn on my hand stung slightly as it hit the hot water, but I ignored it in favor of the arousing sight before me. The only thing I could focus on as I leaned back against the padded ledge of the tub was the gentle grace of Hannah’s body as she climbed in with me, sliding down between my legs until her front was hidden by the water and her head just above the surface. The look she gave me was shy and hesitant, but her small hand gripping my cock beneath the water wasn’t.

“I can do whatever I want?”

“Anything.”

“I can touch you, uh…anywhere? Like, even in places good girls aren’t supposed to want to touch? Naughty places?” Her exaggerated sweet pout was positively sinful as she sat before me, wreathed in fragrant steam.

It took me a moment to puzzle out her meaning, but her hand on my cock drifted down, skimming over, then under my balls to stroke over my perineum. When she pressed her finger against my rear entrance, unknowingly teasing me, I had to grit my teeth and force back a grunt. The expression on her face got me off as much as her touch, a heady blend of surprise, nervousness, arousal, and the beginnings of a wicked smile. My baby was feeling powerful, and I loved watching her realize she really could do anything she wanted.

Like play with my ass.

I’ve had women do all kinds of things with my ass before, nothing is off the table when it came to fucking, and I enjoyed it, but the thought of Hannah doing something she obviously found so taboo made my balls draw up tight. The shy, hesitant manner in which she asked me, combined with her big doe eyes, screamed innocence, and I wanted to both rip it out of her and protect it with my last breath.

In response to her question, I spread my legs farther, inviting her to explore as she wished.

“Anywhere.”

“Will you like it?”

“I like anything you do to me, sweetheart.”

She blushed and returned her hand to my cock, where she traced the veins with her fingertips. “I don’t really know what I’m doing. Can you teach me?”

Fuck yeah, I could teach her. I planned on training her to know just how I liked it, how to service me perfectly, and how to take the most enjoyment from every delicious torment I rained down on her. The mere thought of having her dress up like a naughty school girl while I taught her various lessons had my voice coming out in a low growl. “Do you know what a prostate is, Hannah?”

Her head ducked down with her cheeks bright red as she tried to hide from me, her hand tense and not moving on my erection. “Kinda, but not really.”

“There’s a spot inside my ass that, if you stroke it, will make me seep precum uncontrollably. It feels intensely good, like a G-spot orgasm for women. Have you had one of those?”

“I don’t think so?”

Amused, I shook my head, then smoothed her hair back. “You’d know.”

“Teach me, tell me what to do.”

“I’ll show you how, but in exchange, I get to do the same to you.”

“Uh—I don’t have a prostate.”

“No, but you do have a sweet little asshole that I want inside of.”

I couldn’t hold back a laugh as she shifted away from me. “No way, your dick is too thick, I can barely fit you in my pussy.”

“We’ll see. You have ten minutes left until it’s my turn to play, Hannah. Use them wisely. And, if you’re going to play with my ass, we’ll need lube.”

“Well, since I brought you into the tub to get you clean first, I thought I might…ummm…” Her cheeks flushed an even deeper pink and she was so sexy, yet adorable, I fell even deeper under her spell. “Well, I thought that since you’re clean, I might lube you up with my mouth.”

Fuck…just…fuck. The mental image of Hannah putting her little pink tongue up my ass just about had my dick leaking again. I’d teach her how to drive me crazy and return the favor. Soon. I just had to play her game a little longer and behave myself.

In an effort to get ahold of myself before I pounced on her, I nodded. “That would work, but for deep penetration, you really want a good, high-quality lube if you want your partner to enjoy it.”

“Of course I want you to enjoy it. You would, wouldn’t you?”

“I told you, baby girl, anyway you touch me is just right. You’re perfect.”

“Really?”

God, she was so fragile, so afraid to believe in herself. “Yes, really. Now, tick-tock, baby girl, your time is running out.”

Giving herself a little shake, which I found cute as hell, her shoulders went up and she focused on me, the tears that had momentarily threatened never managing to fall. “Okay, lube.”

The serious, intense expression pursing her lips had me biting back the urge to laugh. “In the bedroom, top drawer of the bureau next to the window.”

“Right. Come on.”

She dragged me out of the water then toweled me off with record speed, pausing only to lick some water from my nipple. The suction of her pretty little mouth drove me crazy and I needed to fuck her, but I had eight minutes until I took over. Eight minutes to try to hold back my orgasm as she explored my body. It would be a miracle if I didn’t spray all over her face and firm little tits.

The sexy lilt to her voice undid me as she whispered, “On your back, please.”

I did as she asked, my muscles beginning to coil with anticipation of taking over, of fucking her the way I really wanted. She’d be lucky if she could walk without wincing tomorrow and I knew I had to reign back my inner beast with Hannah, but being around her brought that savage part of my personality to the surface, a part of me that usually only took control when it was time to kill. The colors of the world sharpened, my senses expanded, and as Hannah squirted a generous amount of lube on her fingers from the new bottle, I relaxed as much as I could.

“Play with the outer muscles first,” I instructed. “Tease me, build up anticipation. If I had my way, I’d just fuck you until you were raw and not spend a minute outside your silky-smooth cunt, but both of our orgasms will be so much better if we draw them out a little, have some fun with edging.”

“Edging?”

“Riding the edge of orgasm, making me almost climax then pulling back before I can bust a nut.”

“That doesn’t sound very fun.”

“Oh, baby girl, pain and tension can bring you so much pleasure. I’m gonna fuck you hard, play with you harder, and I promise you that at some point tonight, when you finally come all over my cock, you’ll be crying, overwhelmed, and shaken—but not broken. I never want to break you, only protect you, to make you mine. My perfect, sweet, dirty girl.”

She let out a shaky breath and I studied her closely, reading her yearning and fear, an erotic combination that called to me. Fuck, she was made for me. I don’t give a shit what anyone said; this woman had been put on this earth to service my cock.

The seconds ticked by in my head and I had to hold back a smile as she sat there, wasting her time while staring at me. Someday, when I gave her the treat of being in control again, she’d know me well enough to take advantage of every moment.

I couldn’t wait to start training her.

“Get on your hands and knees,” she murmured. “Please.”

That sweet “please” at the end killed me, and I quickly moved to do as she asked, enjoying the way her breathing sped when I was on my hands and knees. Her hand that didn’t have lube on it stroked over my ass and I arched into her touch, loving the feel of her. The responding sound of pleasure that she made had me hoping my triggers had worked, that my pleasure was calling forth a responding surge of desire from her body.

When she leaned forward and began to caress my balls, while gently biting my butt, I wasn’t sure if I was going to last long enough to hold true to my promise and not spurt all over the sheets as she literally bit the cum right out of me. Fuck, this was Hannah,
my
Hannah, purring as she began to lick the crack of my ass while continuing to inspect my balls, weighing them in her small hand and stroking me until sweat beaded on my brow.