Dark Obsessions - Volume I: Four Intense Capture Fantasies in One Sizzling Collection

by Claire Thompson

  Picking up the last item in the pile, a lightweight down jacket, she ventured cautiously out into the hall. She stood, frozen and alert, for several long moments.

  “Frank,” she whispered again.

  Nothing.

  “Frank,” she dared, a little louder.

  No answer.

  Tiptoeing, she ventured down the hall in the other direction from the bathroom. She glanced into the open door of what must have been Gordon and Frank’s bedroom, her heart in her mouth.

  It was empty.

  She proceeded down the hall, which opened out into a living room.

  No one was there.

  “Hello?” she called in a tremulous voice.

  She made her way into the kitchen, her heart beating high in her throat. The oven clock read 9:05. Had she missed the cab? She jerked her head toward the kitchen window, which looked out onto a driveway, and squealed aloud with excitement.

  She wasn’t being set up. A yellow cab was idling outside on the drive, the driver’s head leaned back against the seat as if he were asleep.

  Turning the knob of the back door with a shaking hand, she stepped outside for the first time in forever. The cold air hit her with a refreshing blast and she drew in a deep breath. How long had it been since she’d felt the sun on her face?

  Holding the jacket against her body like a shield, she approached the car. The driver looked up and rolled down his window. “Oh, hey. I honked the horn, but nobody came out. It’s okay, though. I figured you’d be here by and by. The gentleman said you might be a little late. I didn’t mind waiting, seeing how he’s paid me so well. Climb in and we’ll get going.”

  Gina moved as if in a dream. Nothing seemed real. Gordon might leap out at any moment and send the taxi away. Then heavens only knew what he would do—probably kill her outright.

  Somehow she managed to get the back door open. No menacing creatures leaped out of the bushes. Her legs were rubber, and she slid gratefully onto the seat, pulling the door closed with a satisfying click.

  “Where do you want to go, ma’am?” the driver asked, catching her eye in the rearview mirror.

  Somehow Gina found her voice. Dazed, she could barely think. Where did she live? Finally, she managed, “Do you know where Hampton Hills is?”

  “Sure. Nice area. What’s the address?”

  She gave it to him, and he began to drive. As they crunched down the gravel and turned onto the dirt road, Gina’s thoughts shifted to her destination. She was delirious with excitement that she’d been set free. At the same time, she understood that the old Gina, the good girl who went to church, obeyed her parents with hesitation and had been saving herself for marriage to a man whose face she could no longer recall no longer existed. That girl was gone.

  But who was she now?

  She was startled out of her reverie when the driver held his hand over the back seat. “I almost forgot. The gentleman asked me to give you this.”

  It was a business envelope. Gina took it from the man’s fingers with a trembling hand. “Thanks,” she managed.

  There was a phone number penned on the envelope, the area code unfamiliar. She tore the envelope open and let the contents slide onto her lap. There was a boarding pass for a flight to San Diego International Airport with her name on it, along with her driver’s license and five crisp hundred dollar bills. There was another folded, handwritten note as well.

  If you want to take a chance with me, I promise you won’t be a toy. Whatever we forge, we’ll do it together. I’ve left Gordon and I’m making a new start. I’ll be waiting in San Diego, just in case.

  Gina stared at the boarding pass for a long time.

  Finally, lifting her head, she said, “Excuse me? I’ve changed my mind. Take me to the airport.”

  Sold

  An exotic vacation turns into a nightmare…

  Traveling alone in Thailand, Leah is captured and taken to a secluded, mountainside palace. There she is forcibly trained to serve a cruel Master’s every whim. Though they’d just met, Devin can’t believe Leah would disappear without a word, and he’s determined to uncover the truth. But there are dangerous forces at work, men with a vested interest in making sure he fails…

  Chapter 1

  “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

  Devin Lyons stood over the lovely blond, aware the line sounded hackneyed, even though it was true. Something about the girl was familiar, though he couldn’t say precisely what. She was lying on her stomach, her head buried in a book, her bikini top untied. Her tan skin was oiled, and the scent of cocoa butter mingled with the salty sea air.

  From his position on a towel a few feet away, he’d been surreptitiously admiring the sweet rise of her small, round ass, barely covered by a tiny red bikini, and the curve of her bare breast pressed against the beach towel.

  The young woman squinted up at him. Tilting her head, she regarded him a moment with dark blue eyes. “I don’t think so,” she said.

  “Forgive me. When I travel abroad, I tend to run into all sorts of people. You look like someone I once knew. I apologize for the intrusion.” He should leave it at that and quit bothering the young woman, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to walk away. She was so lovely.

  Shading her eyes with her hand, she continued to stare up at him, a small smile now playing over her face. “You’re British, aren’t you? I love the accent.”

  This was almost invariably what American women said to Devin upon first meeting him, and he was aware it gave him an instant advantage over the American blokes, an advantage he wasn’t above seizing. He smiled, nodding. “From London. And you’re American.”

  “Guilty as charged.” The girl reached behind herself, tying the string of her bikini top into a little bow. Lifting herself into a sitting position, she patted the towel beside her. “Want to sit? The sun is behind you—it makes it hard to see your face.”

  Devin sat down beside her on the large towel, thinking with some amazement he was in the process of picking someone up, something he rarely, if ever, did. He couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from her, and she, instead of looking away, stared back.

  “Oh,” she said softly, her lips forming a small, pink O, as if she was surprised. A faint blush moved over her cheeks, her hand moving to cover the pendant of her necklace.

  “Forgive me,” Devin finally managed. “I don’t mean to stare.” Yet his eyes remained fastened on her face, drinking her in as if she were water, and he a man dying of thirst.

  Suddenly the girl gave a small laugh and shook back her hair, as if released from a spell. She let go of the pendant and, as Devin’s eye was drawn down to necklace, a jolt of excited recognition moved through him. The interlocking links of the chain were thick, and from it hung a small padlock.

  Deeply intrigued, Devin murmured, “That necklace—it’s quite unusual.”

  “Thank you,” the girl replied, though he hadn’t necessarily meant his remark as a compliment.

  Devin continued to stare at the padlock dangling from its chain. Could that be a slave collar around her neck? Was that what had so attracted him to her from the instant he’d laid eyes on her? Was there some kind of silent, pheromone-type signal between a Dom and a sub that whispered just below the surface of conscious thought, drawing him to her like a bee to honey?

  Finally he dared, “Is that something more than just a necklace?” He realized as he asked that he was of two minds. If she said yes, that could mean she was in a committed BDSM relationship, and if she stared uncomprehendingly at him, it could be she was clueless about BDSM or, worse, one of those straitlaced, uptight Americans who would be horrified by the thought of anything beyond the pale of traditional sex.

  She regarded him with a bemused expression, finally saying, “I don’t even know your name, Mr. Brit. Mine is Leah. Leah Jacobs.” She held out her hand. Her fingers were long and slender, her wrists delicate. But as he took the offered hand, her grip was firm.

  “Forgive my rude
ness,” he said at once. “My name is Lyons. Devin Lyons. I work for an international estate agency that has business in Thailand. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Leah Jacobs.” He realized he was holding her hand a bit too long, and reluctantly let her go.

  “What brings you to Pattaya?” he asked, to prevent himself from pulling her close and crushing her lips with his. When had he last been so utterly and completely captivated?

  “I’m traveling with a charter tour group,” Leah replied. “Pattaya is one of the stops on our whirlwind tour of Thailand and Vietnam. I didn’t realize they have such nice beaches here.”

  Devin nodded his agreement. This particular stretch of beach was owned by the hotel at which he was staying, the Pattaya Gold, and was reserved for its patrons, most of whom were European and American. When he glanced sidelong at her, Leah was staring out at the sparkling ocean, again fingering the small padlock at her throat.

  “That necklace,” he began again. “I hope you won’t think me too forward if I ask the significance of the lock and chain.”

  She turned toward him, and he felt the challenge in those impossibly blue eyes. “It was once a slave collar,” she said, lifting her chin as she clutched the small lock. Abruptly she dropped it, frowning. “It no longer has meaning to me, at least not specific meaning. The man who gave it to me is out of the picture. I just wear it because…” she paused, and Devin saw a flash of pain moving over her features, but in a second it was gone. She gave a small shrug. “I guess because I like it.”

  Though Devin had had his share of dealings with Americans, it never ceased to amaze him how direct they could be. No dancing around the topic, as he’d been prepared to do. He decided to reply as directly as she had. “I’m certain the loss was entirely his,” he offered. “You are a lovely woman.”

  She shrugged again. “I thought I was in love with him, but then I found out I didn’t know him at all.” She wrinkled her nose, adding, “Or the wife and kids that went with him.”

  Devin tried to look sympathetic, though he was delighted to know she was not only submissive, but available. He noted then the sparkle in her eyes, and after a moment, her lips curled into a charming smile, and Devin smiled back.

  She grabbed her long, shiny hair and twisted it like a coil of golden rope, before dropping it again over her shoulder. Her smile edged into a grin as she added, “He did me a favor, the rat bastard. His back was hairy. He smacked his lips when he ate. And he snored.” She started to laugh, and Devin found himself laughing with her.

  It wasn’t that her remarks were especially witty or amusing—it was more the impish spark in her eyes, and the simple, easy happiness Devin felt in her presence. Once the laughter started, neither seemed able to stop. Each time one of them began to sober up, the other would start again. They laughed a long time, the kind of deep belly laughs that leave you with tears streaming down your cheeks.

  Finally Leah, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, said suddenly, “You look like Sean Connery, did you know that? Not the Indiana Jones’ father Sean Connery, but the young, sexy James Bond Sean Connery from the old movies. I thought it immediately when you said, “Lyons. Devin Lyons, just like he used to do.”

  She sat up straight, saying in a rather excellent impersonation of Sean Connery, “Bond. James Bond.” Devin grinned. He wanted to scoop this lovely, fresh girl into his arms and take her immediately to his hotel suite. Recalling himself, he glanced at his watch and cursed softly.

  “What is it?” Leah asked.

  “Bloody hell,” Devin replied. “I have a dinner meeting I have to attend. I need to get back and shower and clean up. I’d so much rather invite you for a drink at the hotel pool, and then…” He let this last bit linger, as he imagined Leah, stripped bare of the red bikini, tied in ropes and ready for him to plunder.

  Leah began to pack her bottle of water and suntan lotion. “I have to get back too. I promised to meet some of the women from the group at a little seafood place one of them discovered. Maybe after?”

  “Yes, yes,” Devin said quickly. “That would be splendid. How about”—he looked at his watch again, calculating how long it would take to wrap up the deal—“eight-thirty this evening? We could meet in the bar of the hotel.”

  Leah nodded, standing. “That should work.” She wrapped a yellow sarong over her slender hips while Devin tried not to ogle her gorgeous body. He stood, hoping his rising erection wasn’t too obvious in his swim trunks.

  ”Until this evening.”

  ~*~

  “You clean up nice,” Leah quipped as she drank in the sight of the tall, sexy Brit. He had looked good enough to eat back on the beach, his smooth, tan chest bare, his shoulders broad, his wavy, light brown hair falling over tawny brown eyes. Now, dressed in a crisp white linen shirt, the sleeves rolled up over his muscular forearms, he was still sexy, but with an added elegance. His black pants fit perfectly, and Leah tried not to stare at his long legs and the sexy bulge at his crotch as he stood.

  “Why thank you, ma’am,” Devin answered in a terrible approximation of a Texas accent, doffing an imaginary cowboy hat. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” Leah had spent the last frantic half-hour trying on and taking off every outfit she’d packed for the trip, finally settling on the batik cotton ankle-length skirt she’d gotten in India, along with a dark blue silk tank top.

  She smiled and slid onto the barstool beside Devin. After ordering a lime daiquiri, Leah turned to Devin. “So, all your business dealings squared away?”

  Devin nodded. “Just about in the bag. A few more loose ends to tie up.”

  “And then, what? Back to the UK?” She tried to tell herself she didn’t care, but she did.

  “That’s the plan. Though I have a little vacation time coming. I was actually thinking of staying on a while longer here in Pattaya. And yourself?”

  The bartender set Leah’s drink before her. She cradled the cold glass between her hands, trying not to betray her excitement that he would be around a while. “The group I’m traveling with is scheduled to leave the day after tomorrow. We’re going on to Bangkok. But I have flexibility. As long as I don’t miss the charter flight home, I can pretty much do what I want.”

  Devin took a long pull of his beer and Leah admired his strong profile as he drank. He set down the bottle and turned to her. “Excellent. I do hope we get the chance to know one another better.” He swiveled on the barstool to face her. His eyes were amber, she decided, dappled with flecks of gold, sparkling in his tan face. Leah felt herself falling into those tawny, golden eyes.

  He reached for the padlock on her necklace, gripping it lightly between his finger and thumb. His touch against her throat caused a shudder to run through Leah’s frame and she felt her nipples hardening.

  When he’d asked about the collar, she’d just blurted out the truth, as surprised as he must have been by her frankness. She’d been devastated when she’d discovered Todd, the man she’d been involved with for nearly a year, was actually married with two small children.

  For some reason, though she refused to see Todd again or listen to his bullshit excuses, she continued to wear the collar, touching it often throughout the day, taking comfort from the cool, heavy metal around her neck. While she no longer loved the man who had given it to her, she loved its symbolism and the promise it had once held for her. She knew she should take it off—it had been six months since Todd’s betrayal had come to light—but for some reason she hadn’t been ready to give up the last vestige of the relationship. She had loved being owned.

  Devin’s hand still on the padlock, he leaned close to her, saying softly, “There is something especially lovely about the look of chain against a slender throat. Would you agree?”

  As he spoke, he traced the line of the chain, his finger moving sensually along Leah’s skin. Again she shuddered involuntarily, feeling heat surge into her cheeks. “I—I,” she stuttered, trying to get a hold of herself.

  Devin smiled, a lazy, sensual smi
le that belied the sudden fire in his eyes. Leah could sense the power behind his expression, coiled like a panther ready to spring. His hand still on her throat, Devin leaned closer, his thigh touching hers.

  “I know we’ve only just met, but on some level I feel as if I already know you. As if I’ve always known you.”

  Though a part of Leah tried to tell herself this was just a pickup line, she found herself believing him, as she’d felt the same way from the instant she’d seen him on the beach, outlined in gold from the sun.

  She went so far as to open her mouth, ready to quip that she’d heard that line before, but when he touched her cheek, drawing two fingers along her skin, the words died in her throat. His fingers moved down past the chain, tracing the line of her collarbone and Leah had to press her lips together to keep from moaning.

  Just then two men settled onto the empty barstools on her other side, bumping her shoulder as they loudly called for a drink. Devin dropped his hand, and Leah shook her head, feeling as if she’d just awoken from a dark, sensual dream. She reached for her glass, taking a long drink of the tangy rum and lime.

  Devin pushed himself from his stool and stood. Reaching for their drinks, he said, “Let’s move to a booth.” It wasn’t a question, and it didn’t occur to Leah to refuse.

  She followed him to an empty booth in a dark corner of the large bar. She slid onto a leather-covered padded bench on one side of the booth, expecting Devin to sit across from her, but instead he sat beside her, setting the drinks down in front of them.

  They were quiet for a few moments. Leah was keenly aware of Devin’s strong, sexy body so close to hers. He smelled good, exuding a clean, masculine scent that made her want to nuzzle her nose against his neck. Not quite daring to do this, instead she lay her head lightly against his shoulder.

  “It’s not often,” Devin said softly, “I meet a woman with whom I feel such an immediate and intense connection. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I want to take you up to my suite right this minute and have my wicked way with you.”