An Obsessed Novella
Series: The Obsessed Novellas
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance/Erotica, BDSM, M/F
The books in this series are all standalone novellas
This is not just a love story, it’s an obsession…
I can’t keep my eyes off the tall, dark, and confident man who stops in the coffee shop every morning. I want this stranger more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before, even though I only know his first name. As an author, my imagination is my ultimate writing tool, men like Kane my muse. And the minute he leaves, I’m overcome with fantasies I can’t control and my fingers fly across the keyboard … until one day, I almost snap. My embarrassing outburst has me running out the door when he catches me and takes me to his home.
Though it’s risky, I can’t resist him. And with one kiss, he now owns me. This man will capture my sanity and trap it forever. He’ll steal me one piece at a time until he possesses me completely. He’ll ruin me for any other man. But I don’t want anyone else, for it’ll always be forever him.
Note: All books in the Obsessed series are stand-alone novellas. It is intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it includes explicit sexual situations, including BDSM.
I take my time sliding my pink bikini-cut underwear down my thighs until they fall to my feet and I step out of them before backing myself to the edge of the bed. I sit and open my knees, hiding nothing from him. He remains in place, not moving a muscle, and I want to scream at him to take his clothes off. I want to see his body, I want him against me, I want to have his weight on and over me.
He finally moves so he’s facing me directly with nothing blocking his view, and he reaches up to unbutton his dress shirt, slipping one button through the hole, then the next. He takes his time, not in a rush. He seems to be enjoying the view I’m providing. His eyes lock on my sex, and I slide my fingers down my belly until I'm right there, separating my folds, letting him see how slick and ready I am for him.
I circle my clit and press, and my hips jump in reaction. My goal of making him undress faster seems a failure. No matter how I play with myself, how many fingers I slide in and out of me, he continues to unbutton his shirt at the same pace.
I need to discover a way to break his control.
“Let me see you come,” he says as he finally slips his shirt off of his broad shoulders. He lays it over the back of a chair that sits in the corner, though his eyes never leave me, never leave my heated center, while he does so. He tugs his undershirt over his head and folds it neatly to place it on the chair’s seat. He sits on the edge of the chair’s cushion and unlaces his dress shoes. One then the other before sliding them off and tucking them and his socks under the chair.
His gaze has never once wavered. He watches my fingers strum along my pussy and my clit, my arousal increasing with each pass.
“I want to see you come, Lila,” he repeats. He stands, now only in his dress pants. He yanks the belt free and instead of leaving it on the chair, he folds it in half and snaps it together loudly. The sharp noise makes me jump and my heart race. I imagine him striking my ass with it, making it pink and sensitive, hot to the touch. I close my eyes and thrust two fingers inside of me harder, faster. I rub my clit with my other hand just as hard and fast as well.
I'm close to coming, and he doesn't even have his pants off yet. My eyes pop open. "I need to see you."
With a sharp nod, he pushes his pants and boxer briefs down in one swoop. Folding them neatly, he places them with the rest of his clothes.
He nears the bed though doesn’t move to touch me. I fight back a frustrated scream, but I know what he’s waiting for.
He wants to see me come.
I don’t even have time to appreciate his nudity, his maleness, because I’m right there. Balanced precariously on that tight wire. Only seconds away from doing what he asked, demanded.
His watching me makes me lose my balance, and I fall. My eyes close, my hips rise, and my core ripples around my fingers. I cry out, gasping for breath. I haven’t had such an intense orgasm in forever.
Now my forever includes him.
© Jeanne St. James