His Obsession

by Maxine Storm

It worked.

  I didn’t want any other person to see her like that.

  I didn’t want that guy on stage to touch her – at all.

  But she didn’t know what she was getting into.

  Whether it was that ridiculous getting on stage stuff or her trying to pull a fast one on me.

  I saw that same blonde that I saw the first night at the club when I met Janet.

  Except this time the blonde seemed to know Janet.

  I don’t believe in coincidences.

  Not in my line of work.

  If you’re not sharp, you won’t even see them.

  You have to trust your gut.

  Or that ‘coincidence’ will spell the end of you.

  The answer was in front of your face, but you wanted more information, more proof.

  And then you were too late.

  Sometimes a feeling is all the proof you need.

  So that’s why I threw her into the car, instead of taking her against the wall of the club like I wanted.

  Instead of giving her the fucking of a lifetime after I saw her looking so sexy in that dress, after I saw her getting on stage in front of everyone and making me harder than ever. I needed her more than anything.

  She was trying something…

  But if you’re going to try something with me, you better get it right the first time.

  Because there won’t be a second.

  And so I had her, pinned down between me and the leather seats, in the back of the limo. I had told Frederick to drive around until I tell him to stop.

  That’s when I’d find what I wanted from her.

  And get what I wanted.

  She was squirming, and it only made me harder, as my cock pressed down on the front of her dress.

  I pinned her arms beside her head and stared at her.

  “Who was that blonde woman in the club?” I demanded.

  “I don’t know, Armand,” Janet said.

  “Who was she, and how did she know you?” I asked again, holding her squirming arms tightly.

  “Please, Armand,” she said. “I don’t know.”

  I laughed.

  She was such a bad liar.

  I laid on top of her and grinded my pelvis into her, and I felt her exhale into my ear. I reached under her dress and rubbed her slowly. She was soaking wet, and she tried to push her hips up to my hand against the weight of my body.

  I grabbed her chin with my hand and put her head to the side so I could whisper into her ear.

  “You’re being very bad, Janet,” I said. “I want to fuck you, but you know what? You don’t deserve this cock. I know you want it, I can feel how hot you are. But what you deserve is your punishment for lying to me.”

  I looked into her eyes and saw what I was waiting for.

  Fear, as her eyes widened.

  Arousal, as she bit her lips and stared hungrily at me.

  And the unmistakable feeling that she was about to be mine.

  Chapter 21

  Janet

  I knew he was going to punish me. I could see it in his eyes. A look that he wanted to possess me and own me completely.

  He looked at me as no other man had done before.

  I didn’t mean to lie to him at the club about not knowing Alex.

  But I couldn’t just blow up my assignment like that because Armand, that hunk of a man demanded me to tell him what I knew.

  He couldn’t just demand whatever he wanted from me.

  Could he?

  Before I could answer my own question, he had planted his lips on me and kissed me with his hot tongue and I could only close my eyes as I felt the roughness of his stubble on his upper lip brush against me.

  But I pushed his head back. It was only far away enough that his features cut a dangerous look in the dim light filtering in through the car’s windows. It was far enough to see how damn handsome he was.

  I planted my hand on his chest to push him away and felt his bulging chest. It felt so thick and muscular that I couldn’t even nudge him an inch.

  He looked down at me and grinned and I felt so small beneath him. He placed his hand over mine and rubbed my wrist.

  “Janet,” he said, his fingers sliding toward my thumb, “you were being naughty, and you are being even naughtier not answering my question when I asked you who that woman in the club was.”

  He stared at me with his smouldering gaze, knowing I couldn’t get away even I wanted.

  And somewhere inside of me… I knew I didn’t want to get away.

  “Armand,” I said, “I don’t know her.”

  It was a lie, but maybe it wasn’t. I really didn’t know who Alex was. I hardly knew her.

  Armand placed his index finger on my lips.

  “Shh, Janet,” he said. “Don’t distract me with how delicious you look right now. You’ll make me forget how I need to punish you.”

  I felt myself getting wetter. His words were direct, uninhibited, freely expressing his desire, not caring how I would find them.

  He smirked and looked down at me.

  He knew how I found them.

  I couldn’t hide it.

  He leaned over and until his lips were almost barely touching mine, and I could feel his cool breath as he spoke and the weight of his entire body.

  “You look so damn sexy,” he whispered. “But it’s a shame I won’t get to enjoy you that way first.”

  “Why,” I said, dragging out the syllable with breathless and disappointment. I reached my hand up to run my fingers through his hair but he grabbed it and pinned it over my head.

  “Because you’re lying to me, Janet,” he said. “And I do not allow anyone to lie to me. But since I’m feeling generous, I’ll give you one more chance. Who was that other girl at the club, and why did she call your name?”

  His eyes probed mine, as if searching through me, looking for my fears, my hesitations.

  I couldn’t tell him it was Alex. He’d think I was some kind of spy against him and his company. He’d never want to see me again.

  I recalled the first night when we were at the club and someone was shot.

  He might do something more.

  Silence me.

  No, he could never do that.

  But I still couldn’t explain the whole thing to him.

  “It was just some drunk girl I ran into that night,” I lied. “I don’t know her, she was just really drunk and thought she knew me.”

  Armand’s grin disappeared.

  “Oh, Janet,” he said. “I gave you a chance.”

  Suddenly I felt his strong hand gripping my hip so tight like a claw, and blood rushing to my head as he threw me over his lap and pushed my head on to the seat, and then his warm sliding up the back of my skirt and rubbing my ass.

  “You’ve been very bad tonight,” he said. “First, getting on that stage, like a crazy woman, and making all the other guys in the club jealous of how hot you looked. And second by lying to me about that girl. That’s bad, Janet.”

  He ran his hand down my back and then pulled my hair back so I was forced to look back at him.

  “Do you know what happens to bad girls, Janet?” he said.

  I couldn’t speak. It was like he put a lock around my throat and no words could come out. All I could think of was him and how he was in control of me like no other man in my life. I was scared and yet I needed him to possess me like this, to show me this side of myself that wanted to accept his dangerous strength.

  “What happens to bad girls,” he said, rubbing the sides of my neck with his taut fingers, “is that they get punished.”

  Before I could take a breath, he had pushed my head back on the seat, and lifted up my skirt, exposing my ass in the air.

  I felt myself getting red in the face, and butterflies storm in my stomach as his heavy hand landed a loud, stinging smack on my ass.

  I let out a quick breath and felt dizzy, but I couldn’t collect myself as he spanked me again, rubbing my ass gingerly before rais
ing his hand.

  He caressed my ass down to my thighs, relenting a moment, and I could feel his stomach rising and falling near my ribs as he breathed.

  He put his hand between my legs and the sudden warmth shook my body up and down.

  “You’re so wet,” he grunted, rubbing his fingers around my opening. “Do you want me inside of you?” he beckoned.

  “Yes,” I whimpered. “Please.”

  He continued to rub me and didn’t say anything. My body squirmed at the sharp sparks of pleasure coursing through me as he gently glided over my clit.

  “Armand, please,” I moaned.

  “No,” he said. “You’ll come for me like this, on my lap. I want to see how you squirm when you come, Janet.”

  I got wetter and rolled my neck in bliss as he rubbed me in small circles, taking my mind with a delirious rhythm.

  I arched my back up to grind myself into his hand and feel his pressure, but he smacked my ass loudly with his free hand as he continued to rub me. I barely noticed the sting as I moaned from his touch and felt my hips and legs start to pulse uncontrollably.

  “You like getting punished like this, don’t you Janet?” he said, his fingers steadily bringing me closer and closer.

  “Yes,” I said, my eyes shut and mouth open.

  “Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?” he asked, my body electrified with ecstasy.

  His words sent me over the edge and my hips shook over and over again and I moaned loudly into the seat. He kept his hand between my legs and caressed my head and hair with his other hand as I shook in his grasp. Wave after wave came over me and he held his hand over my hips and pulled me tightly to him, holding me as if to protect me from falling.

  He ran his hand up and down my back softly as my heart rate slowed down back to normal. He turned my head to the side and caressed my cheek down to my chin and back.

  “You enjoyed that, Janet,” he said.

  I just smirked with my head to the side and looked at him.

  It was an observation to himself of how good he could make me feel. He knew he could take control of me like that.

  “I want you to make me feel good, now” he said, running his finger lightly along my lips.

  “I haven’t forgotten how bad you were, and how you need to make it up to me,” his finger now inside my mouth, moving in and out.

  I tried to say something but he took his fingers out and kept my lips closed.

  “Shh,” he said. “Get on your knees between my legs.”

  I got up from his lap and felt the soft carpet in the limo on my knees. I ran my hands up and down his muscular thighs and up and under his shirt to feel his rock hard abs.

  My fingers kneaded the ridges of his abs as I was face to face with the straining bulge in his pants. I moved my hands to feel his torso when he grabbed both of my hands and pinned them behind my head.

  Holding them with one hand now, he took the other to unzip himself and there stood his thick cock glistening with precum. I could feel the heat radiating and the faint musk of his manhood that made me shiver.

  “I want to feel your mouth all over me,” he said, clasping my hands tight behind my head as if to remind me. “Show me how you want my dick, Janet.”

  "You know that's how I've been wanting to see you," Armand said, rubbing his fingers through my hair.

  I could only grin and try my best to keep my eyes locked with his as I started to take him inside of mouth, inching toward the base of his cock.

  He grunted and closed his eyes and moved his hands towards the back of my head and wrapped his fingers around my hair tightly.

  "That's so good, Janet", he said, guiding me by pulling my hair slowly.

  I closed my eyes and sucked him, relishing the slight twitches as he became lost in his pleasure - in the pleasure I was giving him.

  I rubbed his thighs, feeling his deep muscles, rubbing them up to his abs and leaving my hand there to feel him tense up and relax, and breathe deeply as I brought him to climax.

  "Janet," he quivered, his head back and eyes closed, "you're going to make me cum."

  With his words I sped up my rhythm, feeling his dick get bigger in my mouth, his hands pulling tighter on my hair, and his breaths becoming sharper.

  Finally, he came, forcefully, shooting inside my mouth, as I stroked him again and again, taking all of his delicious gift.

  "God, Janet," he said, holding me with his eyes, "that was so good."

  He let go of my hair and started rubbing my face as I put my head down near his stomach and felt his breathing slow down back to normal.

  I wanted to make him feel good, to show him I wanted to be closer to him. I wanted to get to know who he really was, this man that made me do something I've never done with anyone so quickly. I looked up to him but he was looking out the tinted windows, as if oblivious to me.

  "Armand," I said, "what are you thinking about?"

  "Nothing," he said, still looking out the window - to what?

  Where were we even heading? I wondered. Did he even care where he was taking me? He just wanted me as a diversion as his driver drove around. A new toy for him to play with.

  I put on my clothes again properly and sat away from him on the seat, feeling the car slow down.

  "What's your address?" Armand said flatly.

  "330 East 84th Street," I said.

  He took out his phone and typed something.

  Why was he so distant?

  Why wouldn't he look at me?

  I wondered if he thought less of me now, for having sex with him like that. That I was now just one of his conquests, just useful for bragging about.

  But not having around.

  The limo ran along a bumpy road - an unmistakably bumpy road I had gone over so many times on the bus - and I realized, I was being driven home.

  "Frederick is driving you home," he said, not looking at me.

  I couldn't believe it. I was being sent away like I was some kind of unwanted package, something he was bored with.

  "Armand," I implored, "what's wrong?"

  "Nothing," he said. "Nothing."

  "Is that what I am, too?" I cried. "'Nothing'?"

  "No, Janet," he said, his head in his head. "God, you wouldn't understand, Janet."

  "Tell me," I said. "I want to know, Armand."

  He just shook his head forcefully and exhaled.

  "Tell me what's wrong!" I shouted. "What did I do?" I pounded the seat.

  I moved closer to him and grabbed his arm.

  "Armand, I want to know who you are!"

  He turned sharply towards me and grabbed my hand away from his arm, so strongly I feel he could crush it if he wanted to.

  "You DON'T know want to know who I am!" he bellowed.

  His words knocked the wind out of me and left me cold.

  All I could hear was my own heartbeat as tears welled up in my eyes.

  The car stopped.

  "This is your place, Janet," he said, looking straight ahead.

  I took a breath.

  Opened the limo door.

  I looked back at him, waiting for him to acknowledge me.

  But there wasn't even a goodbye.

  Just...nothing.

  I guess that's what I really was to him, huh?

  Nothing.

  I got out of the car and walked along the sidewalk slowly, the click of my heels echoing in the empty lane.

  He was just like all men, I thought. There was only one thing they wanted. And when they got it? Better look out, 'cause you'll be thrown out the door for someone new.

  I can't believe I let myself be used like that, I thought.

  And then it hit me.

  How was I going to complete the story on Armand for the newspaper?

  No way I was going to grovel to him and beg to get with him again.

  Forget him.

  Forget the newspaper.

  All I needed now was to focus on myself.

  Have a long, hot
shower and settle on the couch with some ice cream and Netflix.

  I was imagining finally being able to sit down and restore myself when I heard heavy footsteps running behind me.

  I turned around. But there was nothing.

  My heart started speeding up.

  Something wasn't right.

  Whatever, I thought. I just want to get home.

  Suddenly, the fast footsteps rang out from behind me, and everything around me went dark. Something was pulled over my head and a rough grip around my shoulder tried to pull me down.

  Chapter 22

  "Help!" I screamed. I tried to get away but I was being held so tightly I couldn't even move.

  "Stay still, good looking," said the awful voice holding me. "We're going to have a good time with you."

  I screamed out again and then heard more running from behind me.

  No, I pleaded, to myself.

  Not anyone else.

  "Get the fuck away from her! I'll fucking kill you!" said the other voice, getting closer.

  Suddenly, I heard a deafening crack, as if several bones were broken, and the grip around me loosened.

  I turned around and couldn't believe it.

  It was Armand!

  He had come running to rescue me from the mugger.

  The mugger got to his feet and took off down the street.

  Armand pulled out his phone.

  "Meet us up the street, Frederick, just around the corner," he said.

  Armand dashed up to me and put his hands around my face, probing for any damage.

  "Are you hurt?" he said, his eyes looking all over me for any signs of something of injury.

  "No," I said softly, looking into his eyes.

  "I should have killed him, not let him get away" he said, under his breath. "Broken his neck right on the street."

  I couldn't say anything, it was all too much at once.

  I wrapped my arms around him and grabbed him as tightly as possible.

  Somewhere inside of me, I still hated him for how he insensitively he acted.

  And yet I knew I couldn't hold on to that completely, being with him right now.

  "Damn it, Janet," he said, rubbing my back. "I didn't mean to let anything happen to you. I just...I just couldn't let you..." he trailed off.

  I didn't want to get into it now.

  Maybe he didn't want me to get too close. To know him beyond the controversy and layers of confusion his media empire created.