Obsession

by Dee Dawning

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  Morina said, "Everyone must be sleeping. We must wait for early morning. Four would be good. Can you be ready then?

  Mallory nodded.

  "I will find out where Khalid is being held and come to your room at four. I will bring street clothes for you." Morina got up to leave. "Hold up just a minute."

  She looked questioningly at Mallory.

  "Campbell and two other girls are willing to help. Will we need them?"

  "I don't know. I haven't formulated a plan yet. When I have more information, I will decide. I'll see you at four. Be ready." She started to leave once again.

  "Morina."

  She stopped, turned and glanced at her, a little confused.

  Mallory smiled and said, "Thanks."

  Morina smiled tentatively, nodded and left.

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  It was beginning to come back to Drew. At JoJo's, where he made a trip to an unused office, oralizing Mallory and later, at her home, where he dined on her again, then made blissful love to her. Then, Prince Ali's brutes came when he was trussed up, left helpless by his true love. The Bruiser, Mustafa was going to shoot him. He guessed he did, but at the last minute, Jamal shoved his arm aside, saving his life. "Where's Mallory?"

  "Forget her," Jamal said, "You can't do anything for her. Beside she is the reason you are here."

  "She didn't cause me to be here. My uncle did."

  "Listen, Prince Ali has been embarrassed. You knew the rules. You could seduce her but you were not to fuck her. Now you are facing beheading." he sighed. "I can get you out. The prince will permit a fictitious escape, but you must leave now."

  "I love Mallory and I'm not going anywhere without her."

  "Khalid, you are facing beheading in Riyadh. Surely life without Mallory is preferable to death."

  "Not knowing I had abandoned my love to a horrible life at the hands of my vicious uncle."

  "What do you mean horrible. She will become his favorite wife. She will live a pampered and privileged life of luxury."

  "More like an unprivileged life of captivity."

  "Khalid. You know I'm your best friend, right?"

  "I think so. Yes."

  Jamal got a sad look in his eyes. "Then I want you to know what I have to do is out of friendship."

  Chapter Eleven

  Standing naked in front of Kelsey, his dick in her hand, Detective John Goodwin flushed at her question and started coughing. After getting his cough under control he said, "Well, technically I am…I guess. Carol moved back in with her mother four months ago with Leah and filed for divorce. It hasn't been finalized yet." John smiled as something clever flashed in his mind. "That means I can fuck you, but we can't get married."

  Kelsey laughed, "Who said anything about marriage?" She leaned back on the bed and stared at him. "Do you want to fuck me?"

  John looked the comely miss over. "More than anything." Her breasts were not quite what he thought would be average, but they were not tiny either. They seemed right at home on her taut athletic frame. Her midriff was perfect with an enticing rise around her naval and shaved pubis. He chuckled at the silly tattoo on her mound. "What made you get a tattoo of a spider?"

  A coy smile formed on her lips. "A few years back, I hung with a biker gang. One day they got me down on a pool table and said I had to bang all of them, but a bad ass named Spider intervened. We became close, if you know what I mean. The tattoo is for him."

  "But why by your pussy?"

  Kelsey arched an eyebrow and flashed a naughty smile. "Why detective, you should be able to figure that out. My pussy was his favorite part of my body. He once said that my pussy was the closest thing to his heart. He practically wore it out." She sat back up, reached around him, grabbed his solid buns and began to fall back, pulling John with her. "Let's see if we can make my pussy your favorite part of my body."

  He reached down and attempted to maneuver his throbbing cock inside her. Not doing a very good job, she finally guided him into her hungry wet pussy. A thought passed through his dirty mind, this sexy thing is eminently fuckable.

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  He drove into her with hard smooth strokes.

  Ummm, he feels good. His cock is a perfect fit. I think I'm going to enjoy being a cop's girlfriend. She hugged him tight and whispered lustily into his ear. "Do you have handcuffs?" He nodded. "Good. You may not know this but I'm a wild and dangerous fuck. You may want to restrain me. I insist you restrain me."

  "You want me to cuff you to the bedposts?"

  She nodded vigorously, so forcefully her hair bounced up and down. "I want you to fetter me, frisk me, give me face, then…fuck me hard. After that I want you to fuck me like the felons do."

  Incredulous, John stared. "You want it in the ass?"

  "You have a problem with that?"

  "No, I guess not." John pulled out and headed to retrieve his handcuffs. "Baby, if you want it in the ass, that's where you'll get it." Kelsey smiled when she heard Goodwin mumbling. "So much for my sweet wholesome girl-next-door."

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  After a two-hour dinner and interview at JoJo's Grill, Paige invited the sergeant back home for a nightcap.

  Carboni unlocked the door to Paige's Glendale home and handed her the keys. Following her inside, he whistled. "Nice, real nice. You must do all right in the real estate business."

  She had kept her home even though she presently spent most of her time at Robbie's. "I do all right. Would you like something to drink?"

  "Maybe later." With a smile on his face, Ritchie added. "First, after what happened to your friend, I think we ought to check your home out to make sure there are no prowlers lying in wait."

  Paige responded, with a knowing smile, "Is that right? And where do you suppose these prowlers are most likely to hide?"

  His eyes held a naughty twinkle. "Why, your bedroom of course."

  She couldn't help it and laughed out loud. "What if there's more than one prowler?"

  "In that case, I'll pull out my gun and shoot them."

  "Your gun, huh? It's a good thing it's a big one."

  Ritchie cracked up. He grabbed her and pulled her close. Paige looked up, her lips inches from his. Bending down he kissed her tenderly. It was the last tender thing they did. She responded hot and passionate, opening her mouth for his tongue. He grabbed and kneaded her incredible buttocks, then paused. "Let's make sure there are no intruders in your bedroom."

  He took her hand and ushered his curvaceous companion into her femininely decorated master bedroom. Paige turned to face her escort, possibly to express second thoughts, but Ritchie took the initiative, grabbing her, pushing his lips against her. After his tongue had thoroughly swabbed her mouth, he forced her backward toward the bed. When the back of her legs bumped into the bed, she lost her balance and tumbled backward. Ritchie used his advantage to jerk off her shoes, and frantically stripped off her skirt and underwear.

  Ritchie made use of his first opportunity to view the entirety of Paige's bodacious body. She was a little fleshy, but the flesh seemed to be in the right places. Her breasts were bountiful—large with large pink areolas—just the way he liked them. Her naval had some kind of gemstone in it and she'd shaved her pronounced pubis except for a trimmed one-inch wide patch.

  After taking his coat off, he lowered to his knees, then delved his tongue into Paige's wet, pink haven. As his sense of smell savored the scintillating organic bouquet of pussy, his tongue darted between the vaginal folds, lashing deep inside her moist recess and back out. Paige's legs wrapped around Ritchie's head, and her feet rested on his back.

  He pulled away enough to study this wondrous thing—a woman's cunt. His arms circled her hips and his hands parted the petals of her sex to facilitate his scrutiny. Her mound, her cleft, divided by the clitoris above the vagina, the vision brought his desire to new heights. His mouth moved forward absorbing her clit in his mouth, sucking it in and tickling the end of it with his tongue.

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/>   Pleasurably shaken, her vagina began to heat up like a blast furnace when Ritchie kissed her and shoved her back onto the bed, then tore off her clothes. The man acted like a wild animal. Is this what being ravished is like? Exalted in the urgent tongue fuck he delivered, Paige was pleased Kelsey had convinced her to get a Brazilian wax the previous week. Once she removed her blouse and bra, and was naked she luxuriated in the intensity of his stare as his eyes devoured every inch of her nakedness.

  But he was still dressed—not fair. She wanted him, every inch of him and she yearned to feel his unclothed body on top of her. Paige reached down. Feeling his head, she moved it around in concert with the rocking motion she couldn't help. His tongue concentrated on her clit, sucking on it. "Oh God, you make me feel good, Ritchie." Paige couldn't remember ever feeling this good. She thrashed her head and arched her back, pressing her womanly lair tightly against his handsome face.

  Paige thought Ritchie was fantastic—an incredible lover. He urged her to new levels of ecstasy—levels of which she'd never dreamed, let alone experienced. Is this what Mallory experienced last night with her beautiful companion? Then she thought of macho Robbie, all take and no give. I can't remember him ever doing this to me…for me.

  Her right hand moved from Ritchie's hair down and around to his mouth, squeezing her fingers between his lips and her genital lips. She felt his tongue around her clit, licking it. Reveling in the feelings he engendered in her, she heard and felt humming. Hmmmm…hmmmm. It felt tickly and added another dimension to the surplus of sensations he perpetrated on her poor defenseless clit. Humming, sucking, licking, blowing, breathing, lapping, wriggling, he did it all. She didn't think anything else could be done and then a long cool member assaulted her juicy cavern. The vibrator! He found my vibrator. Putty in his hands and mouth, she could hold back no longer.

  Paige found orgasmic ecstasy, but she wasn't finished. After hugging her newfound lover, she urged him back on his feet and began to undress him frantically. While she unzipped his pants, he kicked off his topsiders. She dragged down his slacks, while he removed his shirt and tie. A chill shot through her when his bold erection popped out through the fly of his underpants like a spring loaded Jack in the box.

  Paige paused and leaned back on her elbows to inspect her handsome new paramour. Mmmm, he looked better naked than dressed. His lightly haired, six one frame was both lean and muscular. Hmmm, did she want him in her pussy or her mouth? She licked her lips and leaned forward. After stretching his briefs to get them around his swollen staff, she dragged his underwear down to the floor, then slid the head into her mouth, Paige felt it hit the back of her throat and began moving her head up and down his meaty prick.

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  Waiting for Morina's knock, Mallory couldn't sleep. She looked at the clock on the dresser. It said 12:30 a.m.. Three and a half hours to kill. Intent on something to read, she opened the top drawer of the nightstand and found a Qur'an. She had never seen a Qur'an. Oh well. She picked it up and began to read.

  She'd never read, a book like this. Unlike most books, page one was on the left and was in Arabic. Page two on the right, apparently repeated what one said, but in English and so forth, odd pages in Arabic and even pages in English.

  After reading for an hour, she grew tired and fell asleep. Mallory awoke to a soft knock on her door. "Coming," she said, equally softly. She looked through the peephole. It was Morina. She opened the door and the woman stepped in. Campbell followed her, they were both dressed in men's street clothes. Both hugged her.

  Morina said, "I decided that we needed Campbell, but Brenna and Tiffany would be too many." She handed a shirt, pants and a baseball cap to Mallory. "Hurry, you need to change and remove any makeup."

  When Mallory was ready, the trio exited her room and headed to the fire stairs. Though locked, Morina pulled out the key. Silently, descending the stairs, she stopped after two flights. She turned to her companions. "This is it. He's in room 2880. He's supposed to have two guards but only from 7 a.m. to Midnight. Let's hope my information is correct. After we find him, we'll continue down these stairs until we hit the parking garage, where I have an H3 Hummer waiting. Are you ready?" At their nods, she turned the doorknob. "Let's go."

  Morina unlocked the door and the threesome stealthily moved down the empty hallway. When they got to room 2880, an empty chair sat on each side of the door. Morina quickly unlocked the door and stepped in the dark room. Mallory and Campbell were right behind. Campbell reached over and flipped the light switch. The room was empty. Mallory went to check the bathroom. It was also empty. Entering the room once more, she shrugged and said "Nothing here. What do we do?"

  Morina was perplexed. "I was sure he was in here."

  Mallory was very concerned. "Could they have taken him to Saudi Arabia without you knowing it?"

  "I suppose, but I doubt it."

  Campbell asked. "Now what?"

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  Once more, Drew opened his eyes to darkness and wondered if he was still in the room at the Babylon Hotel. The last thing he remembered was talking to Jamal. Glancing around, he saw faint light wafting in through an uncovered window. Beginning to rise he fell back into the bed, his head spinning. He felt around. The headboard felt familiar. He reached to his right and felt a nightstand. Reaching gingerly over the nightstand he located a table lamp and pushed the on button.

  Spears of blazing light assaulted his corneas. In reaction, he covered his orbs. Peeking through his fingers he was relieved to discover he was in his apartment in Los Feliz, California. Jamal, you son of a gun. Then he remembered Mallory. Jamal, you son of a bitch! Now, I've got to go back to Vegas and save Mallory from the marriage. First, I need to let people know what's going on. He grabbed his address book out of the nightstand and dialed a number he had never dialed before.

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  Paige looked at the clock on her nightstand. 2:30 a.m. The phone rang again. What rude son of a bitch would call at this hour? She reached across Ritchie for the receiver. "Hello."

  "Paige. Sorry about calling so late, but this is important. Do you know about Mallory?"

  Paige pushed the phone away and stared at it for a second, before blurting, "What about Mallory? Who are you?"

  Ritchie turned his head and sitting up, turned on the lamp beside the bed.

  "You don't know me, but I know you. My name is Drew. Mallory and I were kidnapped Friday night. We were both being held at the Babylon Hotel in Las Vegas and I got away. You need to report this to the authorities after I hang up. I need to go back and get Mallory."

  "Hold on, Drew, I've got the authorities right here." She handed the phone to Ritchie.

  Ritchie glared and covered up the receiver. "Do you know how much trouble I could get in for being with you?"

  "Talk to him. It's really important. If anyone finds out, I'll say after what happened to Mallory. I was scared and you generously offered to sleep on my couch." Smiling she finished. "After checking for prowlers with your gun, of course."

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  Ritchie smiled and spoke into the receiver, "Sergeant Carboni here. What do you have? Hello. Is anyone there?"

  "What are you doing there?"

  "Keeping an eye on Miss Dillon. I'm the lead investigator in the Mallory Robbins's disappearance and I like to stay on top of my cases."

  "Does that mean staying on top of Paige?"

  "Look Mr. Stevens, it really is none of your business, but Paige was scared after Mallory was kidnapped right out of her home, so I agreed to stay here tonight. Now, if we can get back to business, where are you and more importantly where is Ms Robbins."

  "How do you know my name?"

  "We've been investigating Ms Robbins's disappearance and you were the last person with her. You were in her bed and were subsequently shot, weren't you? Where is Mallory?"

  Drew told Carboni everything. How he dug into all details of her life and followed her. How they'd been kidnapped, and taken to the Babylon Hotel. Where the Sa
udi Prince owner kept a concubine of kidnapped beauties, selling some of them overseas as courtesans to drug lords, wealthy businessmen, petty dictators, and so on. He then told how he suspected the Prince killed one of his wives to make room for Mallory as his favorite wife. "That's it. That's everything," Drew stated, "now, I need to get back to Vegas and rescue Mallory from captivity."

  Ritchie's head was overloaded. He still hadn't digested everything, but he knew it was huge. "Mr. Stevens, do you have proof for everything you've told me."

  "Yes, sure, I've got it all. They could crucify Ali on what I have."

  "Then you must come in and talk to me so we can get this SOB."

  "I can't. I love Mallory. I've got to save her."

  "Mr. Stevens…may I call you Drew?"

  "Yeah, sure."

  "What if you go on this fool's errand and are killed? We can never get Prince Ali if we don't have your evidence."

  "Don't worry, I won't get killed."

  "But if you do."

  "All right. You win. I have an office in North Hollywood."

  "I know, on Coldwater Canyon Road. We've been there already."