A Brush With Obsession

by Theresa Papa

  “Lisa, you remember our agreement when we started having sex. You told me it wouldn’t be a problem for you to keep it casual and no strings. Right?”

  She looks down and nods slowly.

  “I assure you that you have done nothing to warrant me to feel this way. I want every happiness for you. I believe we both need to find true relationships. I’ve determined that to pursue a genuine partner, I need to end what we have,” I explain.

  “You’re trying to say that you found someone you can fall in love with.”

  “Yes, that’s what I’m saying.”

  She looks into my eyes again and says, “I want happiness for you too, Nico.” She shrugs. “It was nice while it lasted.”

  “I’ll be happy to still see you as a client, or if you prefer, I can recommend someone else.”

  She gives me a watery smile and shakes her head.

  “I can’t lose my sex partner and my hair stylist all in one day.”

  The silence between us is deafening as I finish her hair. When I walk her out, she turns abruptly and throws her arms around my neck.

  “Can we at least be together one last time?”

  I peel her off me and try to gently reiterate my previous speech.

  “Please understand that this is a serious decision I have made to be monogamous with someone who I am in love with.”

  “Why can’t it be me?”

  “I think after all this time we have been having sex I would have known.”

  “Okay, I guess I can understand that.”

  “Okay, good. Friends?”

  “Friends.” We shake hands. Except for a watery smile, she seems fine with that when she leaves.

  As I lock up, my phone buzzes. It’s Jaxson.

  “Hey bro, you’re going to have to do me a huge favor. I have to go to Judge Connolly's home tonight at the last minute for the Proctor embezzlement case.”

  “Yeah, so what’s the favor?”

  “I made that appointment at Club Beta for tonight.”

  “OH, HELL NO!”

  Chapter 23

  Naughty Nico

  “Nico, come on, don’t be a fucking pussy. I told you the restraints are ones that you can easily get out of if you know how. Then all you have to do is ask her a few questions and hand her a palm full of hundreds so she won’t tell anyone.”

  “Come on, bro, you know that’s not me. Can’t you reschedule?”

  “No, I had to pull strings to get in so soon. I used up some good favors, man. I thought we were worried about Elizabeth.”

  “All right, all right. I’ll go for Elizabeth’s sake.”

  “Great, meet me at the law firm. I have the mask, and I’ll show you how to release the shackles.”

  “Okay, see you in five.”

  I make it to the club with ten minutes to spare. After I meet with Jaxson at the law offices to go over everything, I’m a little more confident about completing the task. I wipe my sweaty palms on my pants while still in my car in the back of the building. Jaxson made sure I could use the ramp to descend to the lower level and park directly out a side door. This is only for VVIP clients to enter and exit discreetly. I put the mask over my head, and I’m glad that only my nose and mouth are exposed with it on. After a check in the rearview mirror, I’m glad that someone would have to be close up and directly in front of me to even see my eyes. I take a deep breath and get out to enter the building. The greeting protocol is just as discreet. The host never looks directly at me, leading the way to my reserved chamber. I step inside and turn as he leaves, pulling the door closed behind him and locking it. There’s a desk with a bottle of Jack Daniels and glasses. My brother’s favorite. I pour myself about three fingers and down the liquid courage. Then I strip down to my boxers and shackle myself exactly how Jaxson described. Just to make sure, I practice quickly one time before the lock opens once again on the chamber door. The door slams, and I jump to attention, straightening my spine. Then just the low background music and my heavy breathing are present.

  “Ahmmm mm.” I clear my throat to see if someone is actually still there.

  Minutes go by and nothing; then all of a sudden, there’s a presence behind me. She stands so close I can feel the warmth of her body. Her face is soft next to my skin, and I can hear her as she breathes me in. The anticipation is so thick a low growl builds from my diaphragm and escapes. She is small with petite fingers that lightly caress my arms and my shoulders. The sensation brings chills over my body and then warmth as she reaches around and wraps her body against mine. I can feel her breasts crushed against my back. Her cheek rests on my skin while she splays her palms flat against my chest. I look down at her attractive small hands with feminine pink polish and question. What kind of dominatrix is this supposed to be? She’s so soft and gentle.

  It is then that she breaks me out of my thoughts and speaks to me.

  “I don’t know if I should tell you this, but I have to confess, this is my first time here. Please be patient with me. I don’t know what you expect, but I will try to make your experience satisfactory. Okay?”

  It’s not only what she says… but also her voice that tells me all I need to know. That voice, these hands with pink polish, … what is she doing here? This is like I’m dreaming; the girl I can’t stop thinking about is here plastered against my nearly naked body. From the erotic way she touches me and glides her body against me, she must know it’s me. I don’t want to believe in the possibility that she would do this with a stranger.

  Now that I know who this is, my body responds to her touch. When her hands move lower into my boxers, my breathing escalates. Then she takes hold of me; her fingers wrap around me as she strokes, and I almost lose it. I’m either going to embarrass myself like an inexperienced schoolboy or I have to switch places. Take control. She slowly walks around my body, her one hand never releasing me. I ease back to allow her to shimmy into the space between my body and the wooden cross. The shackles around my wrists are already unlocked. I just keep my arms over her head, surrounding her. Then she gasps and squeals when I grab her hands inside my shorts and spin her around. I easily lock her wrists, and now I have complete control.

  My entire body presses her against the wood, and I bury my face in her silken hair. I breathe in its clean scent, her scent. I can feel her tremble and whisper.

  “You are so desirable. I want to make you feel good.”

  I so want to put her at ease, so I spot a hairbrush and do what I do best; I slowly brush her gorgeous long hair. The sight of her with her arms above her head, wearing those leather boots and a dress that hugs all her curves is making me crazy. I have to touch her, taste her; she will be mine. I’ll have it no other way. After I start with kisses on her shoulders, my lips devour her creamy skin.

  “Mmm,” I groan as I unlace the leather straps and release her ample breasts. My hands gently massage her body and her luscious breasts. When I stimulate her nipples, she makes little mewing sounds that turn me on even more. All of a sudden, she just goes limp, and her knees kind of buckle. I grab her to give her support so her wrists don’t bruise.

  “Should I stop?” I ask her.

  She adamantly says, “No stopping,” and stands up straight and strong. I’m determined to give her the best sexual experience she’s ever had. My intention is for this woman never to run from me again. She will know the feeling of true pleasure at my hands.

  Every muscle in my body tightens as I slide my hand down from her neck to her heart-shaped ass still covered in leather. My heart beats faster when I slide up the dress to expose her silky thighs and then farther up to her sexy leather thong. In my wildest fantasies, I’ve never conjured up a sight as hot as this voluptuous woman with her dress gathered around her waist, her arms stretched above her, and her legs spread wide.

  A deep breath and I blow out slowly to calm my desire. Gently, I coax her hips back to bend her over and move the leather thong out of the way. Then I
lick two fingers and part her delectable pink folds to plunge way deep inside. She’s breathless and wantonly presses herself down onto my hand. Pleased with her reaction, I smile and decide to take it further. So I kneel behind her and use my thumbs to spread her wider, seeing the evidence of just how wet she is already. My mouth and my fingers bring her to a glorious climax, and I’ll never get enough of the taste of her. Her shudders linger, and she makes a small sound of pleasure from the back of her throat. I’m so captivated that she’s even here. The fact that she’s so sexually responsive makes me want her even more.

  I take her wrists down as her orgasm subsides, but something is wrong. Her head flops forward with her chin to her chest. She’s unconscious. Her body is limp and light as a feather when I carry her over to the chaise lounge to check if she’s all right. Her eyelids open, and her expression softens when she looks into my eyes like there’s a moment of recognition.

  “I feel dizzy and my head aches. Please give me a pain pill.”

  I quickly put on my clothes, wrap her in a blanket, and carry her to my car out the side door. She must still be having effects from the accident at the firm today and the pain meds. She sleeps so deeply now. Sometimes symptoms of a concussion show up later, so I’ll take her home with me to observe her closely.

  As I carefully dress her in one of my T-shirts and a new pair of cotton boxers in my bedroom, she stirs but never awakens. Gently tucked into my bed, I kiss her on the forehead and decide to sleep in the guest room. There’s no reason to make her feel uncomfortable in the morning. I’ll check on her frequently during the night to make sure she’s okay. We need to have a serious talk. I keep going over in my mind all the questions that I have. She must have taken too many of the pain pills I found in her bag. Why would she leave the house if she were in pain? Why was she at the club? Who set this up? I have to call Jaxson.

  Chapter 24

  Nico Pope

  The next morning, I text Jaxson to ask him to come over. Quietly, I check on Sam, and she sleeps peacefully with an adorable smile on her face. I resist the overwhelming urge to touch her, and chastise myself with the reminder that we have to have a long conversation first.

  I go in search of coffee, and Jaxson walks in the door.

  “Morning, bro. What happened last night that’s got you all fucking crazy? Did you find anything out about Elizabeth?”

  “That part was a bust, because I never found anything out about her. But I did have a life-changing evening, bro.”

  We settle ourselves in the kitchen, and I explain how the woman I hired in the salon a few days ago was the same one in the chamber at Club Beta.

  “She’s the brightest, sexiest woman I’ve ever met. I’ve even severed my ties with Lisa.”

  “Damn, brother. How does she feel about you?”

  “Well, at first, when I tried to kiss her, she ran away,” I reply. Then I punch him in the shoulder when he bursts out in laughter. “She must have somehow wanted to make it up to me last night or something. I was so shocked to recognize her as the supposed dominatrix that I almost lost it. I’ve never been so turned on in all my life. I needed to make sure I gave her exactly what would imprint me on her brain forever. She got the climax of a lifetime.”

  Jaxson looks at me with his eyebrows touching his hairline and his mouth wide open.

  “I can’t blame your instincts to want to show the girl the shit you can do given the opportunity. But fuck, weren’t you the slightest bit curious why she was there in the first place? Not that I would have a problem with it …”

  “As I said, things got very heated, and thank goodness I could get out of the shackles. I took control and rocked her world. But she passed out immediately after.”

  “So you never got an answer as to why she was there?”

  “I will as soon as she wakes up.” I cross my arms and lean against the counter.

  “She’s here?”

  “Yeah, I wasn’t going to leave her there like that, so I brought her home. She’s sleeping with a smile on her face in my bed.”

  “You mean you took advantage of her while she was unconscious, you asshole?”

  “No, you idiot, you know me better than that. I slept in the guest room. I would never do that to a woman, especially this one. Jax, she’s special. I know it doesn’t look good that she was working at that club, but there has to be a good reason.”

  “Well, maybe a good reason is to help us find out something about Elizabeth’s disappearance.”

  “I’ll ask if she has any information or if she knows Marcus Dent.”

  Jaxson takes out his iPad and taps the screen. “I still have our guys looking into his background. Nothing yet.”

  “We need to figure out what our next steps will be.”

  “So far, our fucking plan has gotten us nowhere, except with a considerable amount of shit to be answered.”

  I look into the living room, and a slight movement on the ground catches my eye. I walk around the island; Samantha sits on the step coming down from the foyer with her head in her hands. I quickly and quietly walk over to her and scoop her up into my arms. She snuggles into my chest like a little bird, and I walk to the sofa to sit with her on my lap.

  “Are you still feeling sick?” I ask, feeling her forehead, “Maybe you need to have the doctor take another look at you from the fall you took yesterday.”

  Jaxson walks in from the kitchen. His lips form an O, and he shakes his head slowly. He points at Sam, and says, “This is the girl? The one you’ve been telling me about all morning?”

  “Yes, this is Samantha,” I respond.

  “I know!” he yells.

  “What do you mean, YOU know? How do you know her?” I sputter.

  Sam’s head pops up, and she moves off my lap onto the sofa toward the opposite arm. She loudly reprimands both of us. “Can you two stop talking about me like I’m an inanimate object, please? And can someone tell me what kind of joke you guys are playing on me!”

  Chapter 25

  Samantha Marconi

  Both of the most attractive men I have ever known now stare straight at me. I climb off Nico’s lap and scoot to neutral territory at the other end of the sofa. I have to admit, I try to put on a cocky front, but it is pretty intimidating. Just taking in all that golden silky skin over firm muscle makes me crazy. I rub my lips and chin with my fingers as I continue to assess the situation. They both have faces that could melt icebergs in Alaska. One has eyes like emeralds, the other like azurite. My thoughts travel back to my dream; my nipples harden, a familiar tingle emits low in my core, and heat rises between my legs. I have to look away toward the windows to snap myself out of my longing. It’s then that Nico speaks first; there is no expression just calmness.

  “Samantha, we all have many questions, but first, I assure you no one is playing any kind of joke on you. We will each take a turn to ask questions. Ladies first, so you may ask whatever you want of either of us.”

  I look up my eyes searching back and forth between both of them. Since they say I can ask anything, I decide to ask the biggest bombshell of all and get it over with. This way I know where things stand, and I can make an informed decision on my feelings. I breathe in and rush through my question since it’s an embarrassing one.

  “Were both of you flirting with me at the same time to get me to have a threesome with you? And are you both sexually in a relationship with each other?” I blurt out, pointing back and forth at each of them, and furrow my brows.

  Both men burst out in roaring laughter. The kind of sidesplitting laughter with tears that run down their cheeks. I’m at a loss and don’t know what to do. So I wait. Then I decide to continue to speak over their amusement.

  “Well, what am I supposed to believe? You and Mr. Sexy Plumber here have both been kissing me in the past few days. And you both have been so nice while putting the moves on me. How am I expected to know what is really going on when I find you here together th
is morning?” My Italian heritage shows with the way my hands flail to further emphasize my exasperation.

  “Mr. Sexy Plumber? Is that what you call me?” He comes over to sit next to me with a big dimpled smile on his face. He’s so handsome, and even though he hasn’t showered, his masculine scent makes me high. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” I shake my head and blink twice.

  Nico comes over and kneels in front of me. I stifle the urge to wipe a tear of laughter from his cheek. He also smells wonderful; they wear the same cologne. I inhale deeply and allow my eyes to meet his and try not to let my mind wander to lustful thoughts and that damn dream. It’s a difficult endeavor with both of them so close touching me. He takes both of my hands in his.

  “Let me clear up this confusion, Samantha Marconi,” Nico gestures to me, then to Sexy. “Meet my brother, Jaxson Pope.”

  My hand comes up over my gasp, and I look from one brother to the other. How didn’t I see it before? They do have many of the same features, but their personalities are so different. Nico is kind and caring with an easygoing manner, yet there is a power just below the surface that draws me into him. Jaxson exudes vanity, self-confidence, naughty oozing sex, and he’s never serious. He’s one of the good guys, yet there’s something distinctly darker beneath the surface.

  I fight the blush that rises into my cheeks just imagining a threesome with them, let alone saying it out loud to their faces. When Jaxson holds out his hand to shake mine like he’s meeting me for the first time, I take it. He unexpectedly pulls me to him tightly, and kisses me within an inch of my life. I push back gently on his muscular chest and try to disguise my breathlessness with my fingertips covering my swollen lips. Nico’s voice takes on a low menacing tone beside me.

  “That’s enough, bro! You made your point! Okay, now tell me how you two know each other.” His stare looks like it can laser beam through Jaxson.