His Obsession (8 page)

Cupping her cheek with one hand while with the other he sank his fingers
into her hair, he pulled her down to kiss him. Her hands lay on his chest,
branding him. He felt their moment was more. The connection between them burned
brighter than ever before. Ursula was his woman. He felt it within his heart
and deep into his soul. He would protect her with his life. She was his woman
to possess. No matter what happened, Ursula Mills would be his.

He claimed her with his kiss knowing he would never let her go again.
The thoughts concerned him as no woman had ever left him feeling this way. He
felt the need to possess her, to hear his name fall from her lips at every
moment. Moving his hands away, he cupped her hips and lifted her up before slamming
her back down.

She cried out. Ursula didn’t speak. The sounds coming out of her lips
were moans of pleasure. He pushed up to meet her, and she began moving against
him. Her tits bounced above him with the way she rode him. He lifted up,
capturing one of her nipples between his teeth. She cupped his hand pushing
closer. The heat burst, taking them both on a wave of pleasure. He took her to
the floor before him. Locking her hands above her head, he fucked her hard. She
wrapped her legs around his waist pushing up to meet him.

“Harder,” she said.

His grip on her hands tightened as he pushed inside her using all of his
strength. She jerked up in one line. Letting go of her hands, he held her
shoulders, keeping her in place as he rode her hard.

He let go, staring down at where they were joined to watch his cock sink
inside her body. The tight heat surrounded him with every thrust inside her.
Their pants were the only sounds in the room. She held onto him where she
could. He took one of her hands and pressed her fingers against her clit.

“Play with yourself. I want to feel you orgasm around my cock.”

She ran her fingers over her nub. The feel of her hand moving sent him
to the edge. He controlled his release, sinking inside her to the hilt. Stephen
sat back on his heels, holding her waist in his hands. He kept her in place
with his cock still embedded inside her but made it able for him to watch her
small hands play with herself.

“You’re glistening. I can feel how turned on you are. Your cunt is like
a fist, Ursula.
Squeezing me.
You want
my cum
, don’t you?” He’d never been vocal during sex before.
With this woman, saying the words felt right to him.

“Yes,” she said.

Holding her with one arm, he used his other hand to slide along hers
over her pussy. He heard the catch in her voice as he moved with her. Her juice
coated his fingers, making it easier for him to work her clit. His cock was
hard inside her.

“You’re close. Let me feel you come around me.”

“I want you, Stephen.” She cried out as her climax held her in its
grips. Her pussy grew tighter. Her finger kept moving, and he pounded her pussy
holding her hips in his hands. He loved watching her tits move every time he
fucked her hard. He felt the pulse of his arousal grip him. His balls got
tight, and his cum shot out of him inside her body. He growled as his release
surged through him making him tingle from head to toe. They held each other
riding out their climax.

When they came down, Stephen collapsed over her, holding his weight off
her. She was panting for breath, and so was he. The moment he caught his breath
he lifted up checking her body. He saw the red finger prints on her hips and
knew they would be bruised by morning.

She touched her side. “They don’t hurt.”

His cock was still inside her. He didn’t want to lose the connection
with her. Holding her in his arms, he moved into a sitting position with her
help. She lay in his arms with her head on his shoulder. He brushed her hair
aside, stroking the length.

Ursula looked at him.

“You’re
mine
now,” he said. He felt the words
like a state of ownership. Ursula was his woman, and he would be keeping her.

He knew he needed to talk to the other men at the club. This feeling
inside him was something he’d never experienced before. She kissed him before
laying her head back on his shoulder.

Stephen knew he would do anything to protect her. All he needed to do
now was convince her of his own feelings.

Chapter Six

Ursula lay in his arms not knowing what to do. Being with him had been
one of the best experiences of her life. She liked the thought of being his
woman, but did he mean the words, or were they just the after moments of really
good sex? His arms surrounded her. He played with her hair while she stroked
his chest. She touched his nipples feeling the way his body changed.

“You’re sleeping in my bed,” he said.

She smiled. He no longer asked but told her. She didn’t mind. Why didn’t
she mind? No man had ever gotten away with ordering her around. Stephen was
different. She’d known he was different from the first moment they met. His
brooding reeled her from the start. She had wanted to bring him out to see him
smile.

“Do you want something to eat?” he asked. She shook her head. Words
failed her when usually she could do nothing but talk. “I don’t like you not
communicating. What’s wrong?” He took hold of her chin getting her to look at
him.

“Nothing,” she said with a smile. “I’m simply basking from being
together.” Ursula wrapped her hands around his neck.
        

“That’s it. Hold onto me.”

She squealed, holding him in a death grip. Her legs wrapped around his
waist as he lifted up off the floor. Stephen was a tall man, and glancing over
his shoulder made it look like a long way down.

“What are you doing?” she asked. “You’re going to give yourself a hernia
or even worse, break your back holding me. I’m not skinny, Stephen. Put me
down.”

What did she get for her trouble?
A slap on the ass.
The heat from the sting made her bite her lip. She couldn’t believe how turned
on she was from his love taps. Some of them had hurt, too.

“You’re not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”

“I’m not light. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Ursula, I lift weights, and I like the way you are. Stop moaning, and
hold onto me.”

She wouldn’t be able to let go. “I’m afraid of heights.”

“I’m not that tall.”

He moved out of the room to the stairs. She squealed. “You’re not taking
me up those stairs. I can walk Stephen.”

“Hold onto me.”

She tried to squirm away from him, but he held his ground. “Stephen!”

“Mr. Knox to you.”
He slapped her ass then held her as
he began walking up the stairs, each step making her jolt in his arms.

She glared at him. “I’ve never called you Mr. Knox, and I’m not going to
start now.”

“Sir, then, or Master.”
Ursula went to challenge him on the
titles, but she stopped as she liked the sound of them. She smiled. Laying her
head against his ear, she licked his lobe before biting down gently. “Are you
going to fuck me again, Sir?” she asked.

He stopped. She looked past her shoulder to see they’d made it up the
stairs.

“What did you say?” he asked.

She leaned back enough to see him. “Are you going to fuck me again,
Sir?” She spoke the words again, only this time she said them with a smile.

His cock hardened against her stomach. While she was fighting to be free
of his arms so she could walk up the stairs, he’d pulled free of her.

“Do you like that? When I call you
‘sir’?”
    

He pressed her up against the wall.
The command in his body made her melt from the very core and out. “You have no
idea how much I like that.” He kissed her hard, sliding his tongue against
hers. The action made her aware of other slick parts sliding inside her body.
She moaned holding him close.

Stephen carried her to his room. He
didn’t stop and went straight through to his bathroom. He let her down, and she
was conscious of his seed sliding down the inside of her thigh. The heat filled
her cheeks as he ran a bath. Paul had never cared for her like this. When Paul
was done, he’d roll over and go to sleep.

She waited until he helped her into
the warm soapy water. She smelt lavender and relaxed against the tub. Stephen
climbed in behind her, pulling her to straddle his waist once again. He kissed
her lips, cupping her back and hair.

He grabbed the soap, lathering his
hands before he applied them to her body. Stephen started at her back, rubbing
his hands against her skin. His touch made her yearn for more. The care and
attention he was devoting to her made her heart ache. She could easily fall in
love with him. The way she seemed to be his whole world. She was sure no matter
what happened
,
she would be the centre of his world.

In no time at all, he was lathering
her breasts and belly. She sucked in her stomach to try to make herself look
thinner. He tapped her thigh where it lay down his side. “Don’t ever try to be
someone different with me. I love the way you are, Ursula. I would never want
you to change.”

She didn’t say a word and stopped
sucking in her tummy. He went back to soaping her body, but his words stayed
with her.

“I love the way you are.”
What did he mean by that? Did he love her body, her personality, or did
he love her? He pressed his fingers between her thighs. The water of the bath
washed the soap off his fingers. He touched her intimately, wiping away his
semen. She knew that was what he was doing.

“We didn’t use a condom,” she said.

“I know. I didn’t want anything
between us.”

“You weren’t worried in case I caught something off Paul? I haven’t. I
have regular checks.”

Why am I asking him this? Are you
trying to scare him off?

“I know you.” He kissed her lips then handed her the soap.

“How do you know me? We’ve not known each other that long.” She soaked
his back and chest, loving the feel of his hard muscles beneath her hands. By
the time she got down to his cock he was long and hard. She washed his hard
length, enjoying the sounds he made as she did so. He turned her around using a
sponge to wet her hair. Next, he poured some soap and began washing her hair.
She closed her eyes as his fingers calmed her down. He washed the shampoo out
and then did the same with the conditioner. When she was clean, she did the
same for him.

Stephen helped her out, using a towel to dry her body. He didn’t leave
out any area, and his attention to detail made her chuckle.

She dried his body. He held her hand walking her back into his room. She
sat on the bed, and he climbed behind her. He brushed her hair slowly. There
was a mirror over the other side of the room. She saw the concentration on his
face. The brush went through her stands down her back. When he was done, he
settled her against him, wrapping his arms around her.

Ursula closed her eyes allowing sleep to claim her, wrapped in the
security that was her boss. Stephen was more than her boss.

She refused to think about anything else. What they’d done was a
mistake, but she didn’t want it to end. They were too different people. He was
a wealthy brooding businessman while she was a finishing college and cleaned
his house. They were like chalk and cheese, and yet she loved being with him.
The best part of her day was being with him.

He held her close, and she fell asleep thinking about nothing but him.

****

Stephen woke with Ursula in his arms. He recalled the night before and
how tense she was before sleep claimed her. He rested his head on one arm as
the other stayed around her. She slept peacefully, her tits exposed for him to
view. The red puckered tips tightened as a moan escaped her lips. He watched
her chest rise and fall. He thought about the night before. Being inside her had
been amazing. She was tight, and he was addicted to her already. A flush spread
through her entire body. She continued to sleep.

When she’d asked about her safety with Paul he hadn’t questioned her
because he already knew the answer. The moment she went to work for him, he’d
gotten her background checked immediately. Whoever worked for him would undergo
a background check. However, with his previous workers he hadn’t wanted to know
more than the bare minimum whereas with Ursula he’d asked his security team to
go deeper. He hadn’t asked Tate or Kevin to handle her background as he didn’t
want to share her with anyone. His security team were impersonal and did as he
told them. There was no risk of them dropping by unexpectedly. Everything was
handled by a phone call.

There was a great deal he knew about her. At the time when he’d demanded
to know about her present circumstances, but with time, or a week, he’d
requested a thorough check. He knew she hadn’t talked to her family because of
Paul. He knew she loved going to college and wanted to become a teacher. Being
a wealthy man gave him access to everything, including her health notes from
the doctor.