Dark Obsession

by York, Nicole

  She lowered her chin and tilted my head. “Do you know how fucked up it would have been if you and I ran into each other over there?”

  “Yes. I’m glad we didn’t. I didn’t think anything of her request.”

  “I know. You’re repeating yourself.”

  "Right.” I let out a short sigh. “I don’t feel so good. Stay with me tonight. I need to feel you against me."

  She nodded. "Okay. This subject is not over.”

  “Alright. Fine.”

  “I need to take a bath. I feel gritty." She crossed her arms over her ample chest as her expression relaxed. I hadn’t gotten away with shit, but at least we were done talking about it for the night.

  "All right. I'll run you some water. I got some sweats and a t-shirt you can wear." I kissed the top of her head and moved around her. The situation felt too domesticated, and yet I was comfortable in the middle of it. Growing up on the streets and having no one or nothing should have had me pulling back, but I wanted so badly what Jenna represented.

  I pursed my lips as the doubts started to rage deep in my skull. I didn't deserve what Jenna offered, what we could be.

  The image of my hands wrapped tightly around Ashley's first husband's throat rolled through my mind's eye. He’d screamed and cried for her to come help him, but she stood quietly beside me, only giggling softly every so often. I fucked her in the room where the old man lay dead before leaving for a long night of violence back at the apartment.

  Sickness rolled through my stomach, and I reached out and touched the wall. I was a monster. I should kill Ashley.

  "Nate? What are you doing?" Jenna's voice was so soft, so sweet.

  "I'm not feeling so good, baby girl." I glanced over at her and lifted my hand to stop her as she started to strip. "No. Don't do that. Not yet. I feel ill."

  "Do you need me to help you get to the toilet?" She moved toward me as my knees went weak.

  "No," I mumbled and knelt toward the ground as she tried to pull me up. "Jenna, stop. Fuck. Back off for a second." I swatted at her, and she jerked back with a yelp. "Something's wrong, baby. Seriously."

  "Let me call 9-1-1." She walked out of the room as I crawled toward the toilet.

  What the fuck had I eaten? Drank? Nausea rolled over me in thick waves as I reached for the toilet and missed it, vomiting on the floor all around me. I'd never heaved so goddamn much in all my life.

  I pulled out my phone as I rolled onto my side and blinked in and out of consciousness. Someone had to help get my big ass up and down the stairs. I wasn't going to make it.

  Not Mikey. Erik. Would he help?

  I dialed the number, hit speaker and put the phone on my chest as my breathing became more and more labored.

  "What?" Erik barked into the phone. "I wasn't where I could-"

  "Erik," I moaned softly. "Dude, I need help. Something is-"

  "Fuck. Where are you, Nate?"

  "Apartment. My-"

  I glanced up as someone moved into the doorway, her hair much too light to be Jenna's.

  Erik's voice poured through the phone. "Get the fuck outta there, man. You know as well as I do that Ashley isn't going to sit by idly and wait for you to show up-"

  "No, she's not." The woman walked into the room and picked up the phone. Ashley. Fuck. "Hi, Erik. I look forward to you coming after these two. I'm not thinking there's going to be much left when you get here though."

  She tossed the phone in the tub and reached for me, grabbing a thick handful of my hair as she turned me around and pulled me toward the living room.

  I groaned and grabbed her hand, but I had such little strength. "What are you doing, Ash? You know I wouldn't hurt you." My voice was nothing more than a whisper.

  "You're gonna love this." She moved and sat down on my chest as I cried out. Everything hurt.

  "Get off. Fuck, please, get off." I pushed at her, but my arms were so weak.

  "It takes about twenty minutes for the drug to go from making you feel sluggish to giving you so much energy you could knock down buildings." She leaned down and ran her fingers over my lips. "One makes you hot under the collar. Two makes you so horny you could fuck farm animals and three of them? Well, we know what three of them do."

  "What did you do?" I tried to turn my head as my stomach contracted tightly.

  The sound of someone's muffled screams almost stopped my heart. Jenna. Tied to a chair, in nothing but her panties and a bra.

  "No. Let her go. She wasn't going to hurt you, Ash." I turned back to face the girl I thought would love me forever. "Hear me. Let her go. Seriously."

  "Oh no. You had the chance to help me." She continued to play with my mouth. "I am going to leave soon though, but you should be prepared. She's not drugged."

  "No." Terror raced through me and I pushed Ash with all my might, barely getting her off the top of me. I rolled onto my knees with the last bit of strength I had and stuck my finger down my throat, trying to force myself to throw up the contents of my stomach.

  "Good luck. That shit rushes through your bloodstream so fast." Ashley stood up and wiped her hands before turning from me. "He's going to fuck you until you wish you were dead. Zandra's such an incredible drug when taken in the proper doses, but a little too much, and bestiality. It's horrible. I've seen some crazy shit, Jenna. And one pill too many?" She laughed loudly as I gagged over and over, getting fucking nowhere. "Death. Poor Darek. He misunderstood the instructions. I like it hard and rough... one pill too many?"

  Jenna went nuts beside me, the chair hitting the floor hard and jolting my nose against the hardwood beneath me. I groaned as my pain dissipated and warmth rushed out from the center of my stomach, dancing along my nerve endings and leaving me famished.

  "Nate. One more present from me." Ashley brushed my hair to the side, and I rolled over and grabbed her, licking and sucking at her wrist. Everything about her looked good. Really good. I needed to fuck her long and hard.

  "Ashley. Goddammit.” I pulled her down toward me and she laughed.

  "No. Jenna’s all yours. I'm giving her to you." She extended her hand and dropped a little white pill on the floor beside me. "Here you go. One more of these things and you rape her all night long. You're welcome."

  She stood and I glanced over at the pill, realizing what the fuck she'd done. The shot glass. I’d known something tasted bitter in my first shot of vodka. Lust burned through my veins, my cock so hard it felt like it might crack.

  "Shit," I groaned and slid my hand down into my pants, wrapping my fingers around my swollen flesh and pumping fast and hard. Tears burned my eyes and I glanced over at Jenna, who was crying hard. "It's all right. I won't hurt you."

  I cried out again and turned away from her as every part of me screamed with violence to rip her out of the chair and throat fuck her until she begged me to stop.

  "No," I whispered against the floor and continued to jack off.

  The extra pill. I rolled back over and our eyes met.

  She shook her head and moved her chair toward me as I reached for the pill.

  "It's good. It's better this way, baby. You're not meant for a guy like me. I promise you aren't." I grabbed the pill and gripped it tightly in my hand as a scream ripped from my throat. My orgasm violated me, stripped me of my dignity, forced me to keep pumping my cock though it hurt to do so.

  "Nate. No!" Her voice was sharp, angry. "Look at me, goddamnit."

  I turned toward her as tears dripped down my face. She’d somehow worked the gag off her mouth, but it clasped tightly around her chin instead. That shit had to hurt. "I'm not scared to die, Jenna."

  Another moan ripped through me, and my back lifted off the floor as I came clear up my stomach, hitting myself in the chin and chest with it.

  "No. This is stupid. We love each other. Don't you take that goddamn pill. Do you hear me?"

  I lifted it toward my face and moaned loudly. "You had half a pill and you let me spank you like a whore." I forced a smile on my face. "Tw
o of them. The fucking bitch put two of them in my drink somehow."

  "Then make love to me. All night. You've been promising. Don't leave me here to watch you die." She screamed and bounced, pounding her chair against the floor.

  "No way. You don't make love like this. You deserve better. This is all my fault." I rolled onto my stomach and slipped my other hand into my jeans to stroke my balls. "Turn the other way. Fuck. Please."

  "No. It was all her. Don’t tell me any different. I don’t want to hear it. Just get me out of these fucking ropes. Now. Nate, look at me. This is ridiculous. I love you. I want to fuck all night long."

  I wasn't even sure where the pill was. Panic raced through me and I closed my eyes and concentrated on how good it felt to thrust as hard as I could. Ashley was a conniving bitch. She knew exactly what she was doing.

  Sadly enough... she'd won. I'd be dead soon, or Jenna would.

  Chapter 26

  Jenna

  He was going to take the third Zandra pill. I could see it in his eyes. I had no question over whether he loved me or not. I knew without a doubt that he did. Whatever happened with Ashley was in the past. Some cruel, fucked up design of fate had us twisted together, and I had to decide. Dig deep into the truth and figure out what was going on, or let it go and be loved deeply, unconditionally by the type of man who would leave me breathless and bent over by him until the day we died. I chose the latter.

  "Nate. Get the fuck over here." I ignored the tears streaming down my face and continued to yank at the bindings I had on my wrists. I'd come out of the bathroom to get him help, and someone smacked me on the back of the head, knocking me out temporarily.

  To wake up with him being dragged to the living room by Denise, or Ashley as he called her, and not have my hands or feet free was devastating.

  He wasn't coherent anymore as he pumped his hips, fucking himself far too hard and fast. His cock was going to be raw if he survived what we'd gotten ourselves into.

  "This is my fault. I threatened her with Darek’s death." I glanced up as another wave of tears burned my eyes.

  “And you should have. I-”

  The door to the apartment burst open and Erik walked in, gun raised. "What the fuck?"

  "Help me. Get me out of these bindings."

  His eyes widened as he watched Nate, but walked over to me. "What the hell is Nathaniel doing?"

  "Jacking off. He's got too much Zandra in him. Get me free. Hurry." I bounced, pounding the floor.

  Nate cried out again and rolled onto his back, his t-shirt and jeans soaked with come.

  "We gotta get him to a hospital, Jenna."

  "I know. Call them and I'll take care of him."

  "What? No. Look at him. He's outta his goddamn mind. He could hurt you."

  "He won't." I glanced up at Erik. "I promise that he won't. Get me free. Please."

  "If he starts to, I'll put a fucking bullet in his head. I don't deal well with women being abused."

  "Deal. Help me get him into the bedroom. He's scraping up his face and probably his knees on the hardwood floor. Please."

  He released me and I scrambled across the floor toward Nate and reached for him. A scream ripped from my throat as he grabbed me and tucked me beneath him, thrusting hard against my stomach.

  "Forgive me, baby," he groaned against the side of my neck before someone yanked him backward.

  "Sick fucker." Erik dragged him by his shirt back down to the bedroom, and I scrambled to my feet, running after them. I had on a little white bra and panties for some sick reason, but I didn't care if I was butt-ass naked. Nothing was going to happen to Nate.

  "He's got another pill, Erik." I moved into the bedroom behind them as Erik picked him up and tossed him onto the bed. I was slightly frightened by the other guy's strength.

  "Where's the pill, dude?" Erik barked at Nate, who wasn't responding at all. He rolled from side to side, groaning as he continued to jerk himself off.

  I got up on the bed and glanced back at Erik. “Find me something to tie him up. Please. Something soft."

  "How do I get myself into shit like this?" He moved to the closet as Nate opened his eyes and growled low in his chest.

  "Mine," he barked and gripped the front of my bra, tearing at it as I moved closer to him. Where I should have been scared that he would hurt me, I couldn't be. He needed me too fucking bad and all of this was my fault.

  What in the world was I thinking taunting and threatening a woman like Denise? A black widow? I was a simple good girl who wanted more adventure in life and a strong man to hold me at night. Nothing more.

  Erik walked back as Nate moved down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. "That would be hot if I wasn't so goddamn disturbed. I've known this asshole my whole life and never once have I seen him lose control." He glanced up at me as I petted Nate's head. "Not once."

  "Grab his left hand and tie it to the bedpost. I'll keep the other hand busy." I ignored how incredibly uncomfortable the situation was. Erik would never see me the same again, and I wasn't sure I wanted to ever see him again in general.

  "How long does this shit last?" I moved back as Nate cried out and reached for me again. His nails dug into my arm, breaking the skin.

  "Couple of hours from what I've heard. I would never take this shit. I don't need an enhanced fuck. I already fuck good enough as it is." He chuckled and moved to the other side of the bed, making quick work of Nate's other hand and then his feet.

  "Jenna, please. For shit's sake, help me." Nate groaned and undulated his hips. "My body burns. It hurts so fucking bad. Please."

  It was nice to hear him talking again at least. I glanced over toward Erik. "Get out. Let me know when the ambulance is here."

  "No. I'm not leaving you with him."

  "You don't know me, Erik. Get out. You don't owe me anything." I moved toward Nate and unbuckled his pants, yanking them down. His cock was thick and engorged, bouncing around as he bucked his hips.

  "Fuck me. God, please, fuck me." I'd never seen anything more disturbing and sexy in my life. The strong man who'd captured my heart was coming unglued at the seams, and more than willing to end his life before hurting me at all.

  There was nothing I wouldn't do for him.

  "Shit. Fine." Erik turned and walked out of the room, closing the door.

  I pulled my panties down my legs and moved up to position myself above Nate. "Make love to me," I whispered softly and pushed his shirt up his chest. I needed a condom, but come hell or high water, I planned on being his forever. Somehow. If we made it through this shit.

  "I want to." He lifted his hips and moaned loudly as he shook beneath me. His cock dipped inside of me and his voice broke. "More. Fuck, Jenna. More. Sit down, goddamnit. Ride me like a whore. Fuck me hard. Fast. Turn around and squeeze my sack. Bite me. Do something!"

  I pressed back and impaled myself on his shaft, not sure if the tension building up in my body was nerves or fear.

  He lifted his hips and bucked beneath me. "Give me my goddamn hands. I want to touch you." He growled and lifted his head, his eyes almost completely black thanks to his pupils being dilated. "Fuck me, bitch."

  I leaned down and slapped him hard before digging my nails into his chest and bouncing in his lap. He wanted to be fucked? Fine. I'd fuck him like the whore he acted like.

  "That's it," he cooed. "So good. So wet and hot. Fuck. I can feel your ass dragging on my balls. Pull on them, Jenna. Pull them hard."

  I reached back and pinched the skin at the bottom of his sack, pulling hard as I tried to keep a rhythm. He was so much bigger than all my toys, and yet somehow I was able to wedge him inside of me.

  "Come. Wet me. Come, angel."

  "Make love to me." I released my hold on him and leaned down, pressing my lips to his and slowing my speed to a steady, long stroke. "I love you with all of me. You're all I think about, Nate. Every day that you walked into that coffee shop and you drank that shitty coffee. It was for me, wasn't it?"
r />   He opened his eyes and pulled against the restraints as a bit of blue bled back into his irises. "Yeah. It was all for you. I hate that fucking shit."

  "Shhh..." I licked his lips and rolled my hips, massaging his full length. "You feel so good buried inside of me. Tell my you'll be mine forever, baby."

  "If you still want me. I’m not a good man, Jenna. I’ve done horrible things."

  “Hush. Everyone deserves a second chance.”

  “I don’t.” He lifted his chin as a tear dripped down the side of his face and he barreled out a string of cuss words. "I'm gonna fucking kill that bitch for doing this to you."

  "No, thank her." I licked his throat and sat back up before dismounting him.

  "No. Jenna. Please. Don't stop. Fuck." He dropped his head back to the bed. "It’s still raping my system. So unbelievably horrible."

  "I'm not stopping until you want me to." I turned my back to him and pressed down on him reverse cowgirl. Rolling my hips, I concentrated on petting his sack, scraping his legs, playing with his ass until he came off the bed, spewing like a fountain.

  The sound of him lost in ecstasy shot me over the edge as well. I cried out and pressed my free hand to my clit as I let myself enjoy the moment.

  "Wow. That's fucking hot." Erik leaned against the door and sucked his lip into his mouth. "They're here. You want me to give you another minute?"

  "Is there anything they can do? I don't want him to suffer."

  "He won't. They'll clean him up and he'll be asleep in minutes." Erik's eyes moved down my body and he shook his head and smirked. "You sure you like Nate that much? I'd be more your style. I promise."

  "Fuck you, Bertinelli," Nate bellowed from behind me.

  "Well, you would certainly try today, old friend." Erik opened the door and motioned for me to cover up. "Everything is going to be all right, Nate. We're both here with you and we're not going anywhere."

  I rolled onto the floor and reached for an extra blanket, covering myself up and standing on wobbly legs. Erik walked over and picked me up, toting me like a princess.