"This is too surreal." She licked her lips. Stephen wanted to taste her. Last night hadn"t been enough for him. He wanted more of her. The need to take her again and again consumed him. These needs had only been getting stronger the longer he knew her.
"Get used to it because I keep what"s mine."
She didn"t argue. He gave her another fleeting kiss before starting the car. His first destination was the college. Stephen told her, he would be picking her up. She tried to brush him off, but he saw the delight in her eyes.
The next stop was Ravage, James"s exclusive BDSM club. Unlike the secrecy with which Stephen guarded Possession, James made his club visible to the public eye. However, there were parts where the public could go while others were reserved only for the experienced.
One of his security guards opened the door. He showed the guy his ident.i.ty card then went straight to James"s office. The door was shut. He knocked waiting to be allowed in. James let him in, shaking his hand. Stephen noticed a woman bound to a table in the corner with a ball gag in her mouth.
"One of yours?" he asked.
James shook his head. "A training sub. She came with excellent recommendations. The only problem with Kitty is she likes to talk a little too much. My clientele don"t like talking subs, if you know what I mean." James took a seat behind his desk. Shrugging his shoulders, Stephen sat down in the chair in front of the desk.
"I don"t like the demand on Ravage," James said. "I"ve had over thirty applications in the last week along with this." He handed over a piece of paper which Stephen took.
He read the note out loud. "Your time for control is over. Ravage and Possession are going down." He folded the note back then threw it on the desk. "Rather dramatic. When did you get it?" he asked.
"Last night. It was left on the bar. One of the waitresses came to me with the note." James settled back in his chair. "We"ve got a problem."
"No, we haven"t. Random notes do not make for a problem."
"You and I both know why we keep our clubs private. These were the rules set by our fathers and the whole generation chain. Whoever is doing this knows about the clubs. He may even be a member."
Stephen thought about what the other man said. He knew something was going on by the increase in demand. Never before had he ever considered so many applications before."Look, have you gone to the police?" James asked.
"You expect me to go to the police with regards to a threat on a club considered to be a myth it is so b.l.o.o.d.y secretive?" asked Stephen.
It was one of the reasons they employed the same security firm to look into their problems. They were held by a code for the clubs and the members.
"Like you, this will stay inside with me and a few of the workers. Speaking of workers, a couple of mine were roughed up the other night."
"What do you mean?" Stephen rubbed his head. He felt the pressure in his head, which would lead to a headache. If he knew there would be problems he"d have avoided Ravage. Already he craved Ursula"s touch. He wanted to take her in his arms and forget about all of his c.r.a.p.
"A bunch of men grabbed a few of my submissive waitresses before the guards could help them. They took them down the alley out back and roughed them up. I don"t like men who abuse women, Stephen. I"m not a happy man. I want this problem solved. I know you don"t believe in the clubs, and you only dabble, but consider this high on your s.h.i.t list."
James was not a man to trifle with. He gave dominant male a whole new meaning. Looking across the desk Stephen saw the anger in James, who clearly saw deeper into the situation than Stephen.
"I"ll look into it."
"You better, otherwise this if going to hit us in the f.u.c.king face and not in a good way."
"No one can mention the clubs. The clause in the contract states that," Stephen said.
"Only to the men who are members. This could very well be a turned down member, Stephen. Think about that. Anyway, rumour has it you"ve got yourself a woman?" James smiled and transformed into a fun-loving man.
"Don"t start."
"I want details. Will you be bringing her to the club?"
Stephen thought about the way she looked last night on her knees before him. Before he met her, he liked to watch the goings-on in both clubs. He thought about other men seeing Ursula, and his hackles rose. No other man would see her glorious flesh but him.
"From the look on your face I know you won"t be requesting a scene room for help." Out of all of the men, Stephen had known James the longest. James was the same age, and they lived in the same street three houses over. They came from the same background, as James"s parents had shared the possessive feeling. The clubs were united in their need to supply men with similar feelings a place to relax.
"Have you ever felt this possessive need to be the only man in a woman"s life?" Stephen found himself asking before he could stop.
"I run a BDSM club being the main dominant. What do you think?"
"No. I"m being serious. There are women who don"t inspire this feeling and others who do. You can"t tell me that you feel the need to keep every woman you train by your side at all times?" Stephen sat forward thinking about the way Ursula made him heel.
James stared at him, a deathly look on his face. The other man stood walking round the desk and stopping in front of him. "I"m only telling you this because you"re a friend." Stephen saw the way James ran his hand over his face. "There was a woman once. A waitress who came to work at the bar. She was beautiful and charming. The need to claim her as my own arose."
Stephen saw how hard it was for James to talk about.
"She didn"t know about who I was or what I did. The club didn"t have a reputation at the time. I pretended to be different. I took her on dates, and we had fun. Two people getting to know each other. Then one night while I was doing a demonstration she snuck in. When she saw me she was in shock. The relationship ended, and she left. I haven"t heard from her since."
He stopped for a moment, his arms folded across his chest. "I would like to meet your woman, but don"t hide who you are. It will only come back to bite you."
"And you felt those feelings stir when you were with the waitress?" Stephen asked.
"The time I spent with her I couldn"t imagine another man touching her. She was mine. I"m not designed to be vanilla, Stephen. The woman I have needs to know who I am before I"ll commit."
Stephen nodded. Twenty minutes later he left the club and went to his own.
Chapter Eight.
After college Ursula waited for Stephen, checking her watch every couple of seconds. She didn"t expect him to spend every moment of the day waiting for her. The least he could have done was be on time. She saw a couple of the other students coming towards her. They were not the nicest of students. They were a couple of girls with slim figures and perfect looks. She envied them with their easy ability to be themselves in their own skin. Sometimes she wished she was smaller or thinner. She couldn"t change the woman she was obviously meant to be.
"What are you doing?" Claire asked as they neared.
"I"m just waiting for someone. My boyfriend actually." She pulled her bag up on her shoulder.
Come on, Stephen.
"Sweety, you can"t call that slob a boyfriend."
"I"m not talking about him."
They gave her a disbelieving look. She noticed they sat on the wall a couple of feet away. Ten minutes later Stephen pulled up. Instead of being angry with him for being later she walked to him as he got out of the car. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He held her.
"Please, kiss me like you can"t wait to get into my pants. Please." He gave her a funny look. "I"ll make it up to you."
He swung her up into his arms slamming his lips on hers in the process. In no time at all she was totally devoted to the kiss, with her friends at the back of her mind. He sank his fingers into her hair combing out the locks from the ponytail she wore.
She settled down. "Wow," she said.
"Wave to your friends for the full effect."
Ursula did as he asked, then followed him to her side of the car. He helped her in. She saw the other students watching her until they drove away.
"Do you want to tell me what the display was for?" he asked.
"They drive me crazy. Paul made it worse when he turned up one day begging for money. It was awful, and I haven"t been able to live it down. Thank you."
"You did say you"d make it up to me," he said.
"I know. I"ve got chicken in your fridge. I"ll tempt your taste buds unlike anything else." She laughed when he sent her a funny look. "I promised to make it up to you. I didn"t say how I"d repay you."
He chuckled. When they got home Stephen went to answer the phone while she started on dinner. She couldn"t believe how fast their relationship had escalated in the last twenty-four hours. The undercurrent of s.e.xual tension had always been there from the very moment they met, but she had never thought they would act on it. He came up behind her while she was cooking, his hands circling her waist as he nuzzled her neck. "I"ve got to go out after dinner," he said.
"Where to?" Her eyes closed as he cupped one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He set her blood on fire with need. She wore a blouse, and he unb.u.t.toned the top b.u.t.tons. A moan escaped her as he teased her nipples once he pulled her bra out of the way.
"I could touch you all night long and never let you go. You"re so soft." He kissed her neck then moved down to her shoulder. Her blouse went to the floor followed by her bra. She stood at the stove in nothing but the jeans she wore to college.
"What are you doing to me?" she asked.
"Making you mine." His free hand stroked her stomach, light strokes that left her panting for more. The small graze of his fingers on her skin was like a feather. She could feel his touch and wanted more. Why did Stephen always leave her wanting more? She felt on the verge of a great precipice with nothing to hold onto except the man in front of her. He tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder. Stephen leaned around and claimed her lips.
She cupped his head, conscious of her naked b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "I need to make dinner," she said as she let go of his lips.
"I"ll bring some Chinese food home." Stephen turned the dials on the stove until the sound of lighted gas could be heard no more. "I need you now."
Ursula didn"t protest. There was no way she could. Her body was on fire, and the only way to extinguish the flame was by Stephen.
"What are you doing to me?" she asked, not expecting an answer.
He turned her to face him. She stared into his eyes, which looked almost black with his arousal. Ursula tore at his shirt. He pulled it off over his head. She raked her nails along his chest feeling the hard press of his muscles flex under her touch. He wrapped his arms around, reeling her in. She gasped as her naked b.r.e.a.s.t.s grazed his chest.
"You feel so good." Stephen lifted her up onto the counter, his fingers sinking into the length of her hair to control her actions. He kissed her. She moaned as he plunged his tongue through her lips. The action reminded her so much of his hard c.o.c.k slamming inside her p.u.s.s.y.
"More," she said.
They worked the b.u.t.ton of her jeans, pulled the denim fabric down to her knees. He moved her off the counter turning her around so her belly was pressed on top of the counter she had just sat on.
She heard the sound of his zipper going down. In the next instant his c.o.c.k pressed against her p.u.s.s.y, thrusting up inside her to the hilt. Their groans echoed off the wall. He was so big pressing all of his c.o.c.k deep into her heat. She wished she could see him. Her a.s.s was sticking up in the air with his length in her p.u.s.s.y.
He cupped her hips, running his hands up either side of her to her shoulders. She felt his fingers grip her shoulders as he pulled out then slammed back inside her. Ursula held onto the counter while her senses went into overload as he pounded her against the counter. She screamed as he released her shoulder and began to finger her c.l.i.t. Pushing back against him, she tried to hold onto something.
"That"s it. Give me your pleasure. Ride my f.u.c.king d.i.c.k," he shouted. She cried out as he slapped her a.s.s, the action so sudden that she paused in her response. The sting shocked her still. His fingers slid along her wet c.l.i.t making her shove back against him. She needed to come. He held her hip as he pressed all of his hard length inside her. "I"m watching my c.o.c.k sink into your p.u.s.s.y. You"re wet, and your c.u.m is all over my c.o.c.k. I want to hear you scream, baby."
She didn"t say a word. The pleasure was too intense for her to think a coherent thought. He knew how to drive her o.r.g.a.s.m higher, making her last.
"Let me hear you scream," he said.
He pumped inside her until she screamed to the roof tops as her release slammed into her. He rode out her climax. She felt the pulse and heat of his seed when he growled his release into her. They collapsed on the counter, his hands on her hips in a bruising grip.
He kissed her neck down to her back, along her shoulders. "You"re amazing."
"I can"t believe we"re doing this," she said.
"Why?"
"I don"t know. I feel like we barely know each other." She knew her doubts were her own problems. Not every couple out there began a relationship after years of dating.
"You"ve been working for me for a couple of months, and you know more about me than most."
"I work for you."
"Not any more. Don"t over-complicate our situation." He pulled away from her. She couldn"t help but blush when he grabbed a towel to press between her legs.
"I don"t mean to over-complicate matters."He turned her around and kissed her.
"Do you want me?" he asked.
She nodded her head without hesitating.
"I want you every second of every minute of every day. I don"t need time for me to know that I want you. I know who you are. You"re a beautiful, intelligent woman. I love being in your company. I want you, Ursula. Not just the s.e.x. The s.e.x is great, but I want you. All of you." He tipped her head back. She had no choice but to gaze at him.
Ursula knew she was falling for him. Stephen made her think about so many things all at once. Licking her lips, she glanced down at his lips before returning to stare into his hypnotic eyes. As silly as it sounded, she knew she was falling in love with him.
"I"ll be back later with food. Rest, and I"ll see you soon." He kissed her a last time, long and lingering. She heard the door then the car as he drove off.
Dressing quickly, she cleared away the small amount of food she"d prepared then went upstairs to begin unpacking her clothes. She opened the door to his closet, which looked like a spare bedroom that housed all of his clothes. Staring at his suits, she ran a hand over each item of clothing. He had spectacular taste in clothes. She loved seeing him in dashing suits.
Ursula hung each item of clothing on the spare hangers. Her clothing looked cheap compared to his. She shook her head on the way out, thinking about their relationship and all the reasons it wouldn"t work.
He"s older than I, but that makes him experienced. You love his company even though he can be grumpy.
She fought with her inner self trying to find the reasons they couldn"t work. Instead, she always found excuses. She ran herself a bath, undressing in front of the mirror to gaze at her body.
How could a wealthy, s.e.xy businessman like Stephen Knox want her?
Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were too large with big nipples. She"d seen enough naked women in Paul"s p.o.r.n flicks to know men liked big t.i.ts with small nipples. Her waist rounded in then curved out for her big hips and chunky thighs. She would never possess the body of a size twelve, let alone someone much smaller. Most of the time when she went shopping she tried not to see the size of her clothing. She had come to accept she was the bigger, fuller woman. Being with Stephen made her nervous. What if he tried to change her? Would he request she go on a diet?
If he didn"t like you the way you are, he wouldn"t be moving you in or sleeping with you.
She tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled. For whatever reason, Stephen had picked her. While it lasted she wouldn"t do anything to change their situation. Her body hummed with the s.e.xual excitement he created. She missed him already. Grabbing her watch, she checked the time then got in the lukewarm water. She looked forward to him coming home.
Once she was done with her bath, she went downstairs, made herself a cup of tea, and waited for her man to arrive home. She settled for a romance movie while she had her textbook resting on her lap.
Stephen returned home several hours later. He looked tired, but he held two bags of Chinese food. They ate in front of the television, her feet resting in his lap. She felt so comfortable with him, as if they"d been together for years not months. Their time together had started when she began to work for him. The tension between them had started when they first met. He stroked her leg while they ate. It was the first time since leaving home that she felt so at ease. She knew she could happily spend the rest of her life like this.