Rousing Obsession (cont.)

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I stand there aghast unable to accept his revelation as truth. Quincy has never mentioned a brother to me. In fact, he claimed he had no remaining family members. I rather believe this kidnapper before me is the liar…not someone I trusted for years. “You’re a goddamn liar!” I shout in his face. It’s unnerving how willful I’ve become dealing with this obvious con artist. He lifts his hands over his face taking a deep breath no doubt losing his patience with me. That should be a cue to back off but of course my big mouth just pushes him further. “Hello! What the fuck is going on?” He drops his hands placing them in his pockets. He impatiently stares at me taking a few steps forward.

“Your smart mouth was cute when I was gonna fuck you last night…but don’t push it.” He says. Should that have turned me on? There’s something wrong with me. What if he is telling the truth…awkward. I take a deep breath before sitting back down on the couch and picking the papers up from the floor. I should at least look through everything before I chew him out any further. The file is the case on Quincy’s murder. Everything from photos to suspects. None of this shocked me considering I was very involved with the case until it began to take over my life…and the cops were getting nowhere. “Come with me.” He says then heads toward the back of the house. I follow without hesitation into a bedroom that was locked earlier. I walk in immediately noticing the Samuel L. Jackson Shaft poster on the wall. I laugh to myself finding it ridiculous. “I guess he didn’t tell you he was a fan.” He? Qunicy’s room?

“This was his room?” I ask now reluctant to enter further. As if I’m invading his secrecy. He nods waving me in. I scan the photos of him playing football as a teen and him and Luke…his brother.  On the bed was the photos that Luke removed from the wall. His smile is displayed everywhere, the smile I’ve missed for years. He just seems so free-spirited and at ease. Something I didn’t get to see often. Now I know why. I could always tell there was something he wasn’t telling me, I just figured he would let me in when he was ready. None of his secrets kept me from not wanting to spend my life with him. Hold the fuck up.

“You’re such an asshole!” I shout suddenly not sure why I’ve just realized this. He turns to face me angrily confused.

“Yo, what the fuck did I just tell you!” He yanks my arm pulling me into him. The closeness radiates wanton bouncing between our bodies. I pull away from him wanting to break the tension.

“You knew who I was and you still try’n fuck me.” He stands straight putting his hands back in his pockets. He takes a breath cooling his heightened temper before answering me.

“We shouldn’t talk about that now.” He almost whispers. Why not?

“Well I think we should.” I folded my arms tapping my foot awaiting an appropriate reason for his deception.

“Too bad…I think it’s more important to tell you why you’re in danger.” Yes…he did say that didn’t he. He takes my hand pulling me back to the living room where I sit looking through the file once again. There must be something I’ve missed.

“I already know about all this…why am I here?” I ask quietly. He sits beside me taking my hand into his. His touch not only didn’t repulse me, but he gazes with the same enamored scrutiny his brother used. He is telling the truth. How did I not see the relation before now?

“There’s something he didn’t get a chance to tell you before he died.” I took a breath nudging for him to continue. “He was an undercover cop.” A cop? Why would he lie about that? “He obviously couldn’t tell you, and he needed to keep you and that separate.” Which is understandable. Still doesn’t tell me why I’m in danger. “I’ve been following the person I think killed him…which led me to you.”

“How?” I ask confused.

“He’s been following you.” What!

“Luke, I don’t understand. Why? I don’t know shit.” I say frantically, but him holding my hand placates me.

“You don’t know what you know.” He turns completely facing me grabbing my other hand in his. “Do you mind telling me about that night?” He asks intrigued. Maybe there is something. I’ve gone over this repeatedly with the cops, I don’t see how he would see anything different. “Just tell me.” I look down at our entwined hands not wanting to go through this again…but I have to.


That morning I wake up alone in the bed. Why’s he up so early, it’s only five thirty. He’s rarely here, now I have to worry about him sneaking around too. I slide from the bed still groggy wiping my eyes and sliding on my slippers. The door to the bedroom open, I walk into the living room without him hearing me. He’s on the phone, so I step quietly trying to hear what’s being said.

I’m telling her…I can’t talk about that now…Terrence, I’ll meet you in a few…Don’t fuckin’ piss me off and keep me waiting. He hangs up. Tell me what? I watch him relax, now slumped on the couch. Something’s clearly bothering him, and it has him anxious.

“Sneaking off?” I ask now standing in front of him. He jumps up as if he were caught in a lie. I eye him suspiciously wanting to know what’s going on. Why’s he so jumpy? But I know better than to ask considering he never answers me. He’s clearly hiding something.

“I have to go.” He says quietly.  Of course you do.

“Just get the hell outta here.” I say throwing my hand up and walking away. He grabs my arm quickly pulling me back to him. Snatching it back, I push away from him pressing against his bare chest. “Just stop.” I say holding my hands up. We’ve been together long enough and I think I’ve earned the truth. What accountant you know sneaks around like this and go off to meetings early morning and late nights.

“C’mon Ronnie…don’t be mad.” There’s no way I’m looking him in the eye. He has a way of smiling with his eyes, telepathically dropping my panties…not that I’m wearing any. He chuckles inching closer without touching me. “That shit’s not gonna work.” I don’t respond. Uncontrollably, my eyes survey his muscular body as he stands before me in his boxers. Obviously he knows I’m admiring his physique because he begins to flex instantly turning me on. I hate he knows how to get his way.

“Don’t you have somewhere more important to be?” I snap now looking him in the eye. He silently gazes through me then begins to back me against the wall. His hands balled into a fist I guess annoyed at my response. Placing his hands on the wall above my head, he leans down and kisses me gently. I don’t resist him as he presses his body against mine lifting my leg. I feel his length growing stroking at my pussy. “There’s nothing more important than you.” He says breathy then lifts me to his waist dropping his pants.


“Wo! Wo! Wo goddammit!” Luke says interrupting my recollection. “Skip that shit.” I giggle uncomfortably as he adjusts in the couch releasing my hands finally.

“Okay…”

“Did he say anything to you before he left?”


Lying in the bed now sweaty and out of breath, he caresses my hair as I lie on his chest. “There’s a lot I need to tell you.” He admits.

“I know. I’m ready to hear it.” I whisper. I feel his chest lift as he takes a deep breath.

“After tonight, I can tell you everything…but I have to go.” He kisses me on the forehead and slides off the bed to dress.

“Oh yes…to meet this Terrance person.” I say revealing that I was eavesdropping. He faces me pulling his shirt over his head before leaning over me. He kisses me slowly as I wrap my arms around his neck. If I only knew that would be the last time.

“Yes…Terrance. I’ll be back tonight. Love you.” I smile back as I always do and watch him leave the room.


“Do you know Terrance?” I ask Luke who is now standing. The agitation is visibly coursing through his body as he paces the floor with his hands in a fist. Finally he stands in front of me with his arms crossed.

“Veronica…he’s been following you.”

End Part Three.

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Rousing Obsession (cont.)

I wake the next morning with a pounding headache. Casually blinking in the beams of light from the sun that are torturing me through the large floor to ceiling windows. As I turn around taking in my unfamiliar surroundings, I notice I’m lying in a large empty bed in an empty white room. Seriously, there’s nothing in here but the bed. “Oh shit!” I shout out as tiny specs of memory return. Don’t you know better than to go home with strangers? The last thing I remember him saying. “Oh shit! I’m ‘bout to die!” I shout jumping from the bed. I go to the door furthest from the bed first, pulling and twisting the doorknob frantically but it won’t budge. My heart races not knowing what to do as I race for the remaining door. It opens. “Calm down Ronnie.” A nickname my ex used to call me. I take a breath before stepping out into the hall. You would think in my situation, I would be trapped in some dark dungeon-like hole but I’m not. It’s actually quite a nice home, but as I walk the hall there are marked shapes on the wall where pictures used to be…obviously there’s something I don’t need to know. I grab on to knobs to see what’s unlocked as I pass doors of the hall with no luck.

Finally, I find myself back where I’m familiar. The living room…and the front door. Of course I run ready to get out the house but it’s locked from the inside. “Shit.” I whisper hoping he doesn’t know I’m trying to escape his quaint fortress. Suddenly, I hear humming and the smell of bacon cooking in the kitchen.  He’s in there relaxed as if he doesn’t have a captive in his home. Staring out the window, I see there’s really no place to go being in the middle of nowhere. The nearest neighbor is so far away, if I did make it out of here he would for sure catch me. I do notice my car now parked in his driveway however. He can’t possibility consider letting me live after this, he must have taken my car in case someone comes looking.

I hesitantly walk toward the kitchen scared shitless tugging at the large T-shirt I just realized he put me in. Holy crap, he’s seen me naked! Oh my god I almost fucked him in the bar bathroom. See, that’s why you don’t listen to your friends…now I’m kidnapped.

“Are you gonna come in here? Or just lurk around?” He says from the kitchen. My body shivers not wanting to be anywhere near him. If he wanted me dead, I would be. Take a breath. I slowly step into the kitchen with my head down scared to look at him. I see him place a plate of food down on the table and pull out a chair. He doesn’t wait for me to sit, instead going to the opposite side and taking his own seat before pouring two glasses of orange juice. I finally get up the strength to look at him as he sits back in his seat and gestures for me to sit. His delightful smile somewhat still there but now I fear him. I take the seat noticing he’s given me two strips of turkey bacon and scrambled eggs with lots of cheese. That plus the orange juice is something I eat every morning. How does he know? I suddenly find myself unable to breathe now realizing he’s been stalking me. “We’ll talk after you eat.” Weighing my options, it’s best for me not to piss him off, and just eat.

After eating as much as I could, he grabs our dishes and cleans up as I just sit there wondering if I’ll ever see anyone I love again. I want to know why I’m here. How long he’s been watching me? Mostly, is he going to get rid of me? “Why am I here?” I courageously blurt out. After I said it, I wish I hadn’t as he turns to face me drying his big hands. He stares at me with those brown eyes that captivated me…tricked me…last night.

“In due time.” He says. He then holds out his hand expecting me to take it, but I’m just too disgusted to touch him. I feel so…betrayed. Which is ridiculous considering I don’t know this guy…I’m the one that chose to come here. “I’m not gonna hurt you Veronica.” He says somberly. For some odd reason, I actually believe him. The fact that he’s taken me, drugged me, and is keeping me here has not changed that compelling urge to trust him. I take his hand and he leads me to a different room…with furniture. “You may shower here.” He says walking me to the bathroom. “Some clothes in there.” He points to the closet opposite the bed and walks out closing the bedroom door. Why is he treating me like an expected visitor? Of course I go through the dresser drawers and nightstands trying to find anything about him or his family, but there’s nothing. Dammit. There’s no use. I contemplate finding something to break the glass in these tall ass windows but that would make too much noise. I wouldn’t get very far at all…and I don’t know where I am. Therefore, doing what he has asked will be best.

I quickly shower wanting to get answers to my questions, and feeling obviously uneasy in my captive’s home. However, going into the closet he pointed to earlier only infuriates me. “He’s been to my house?” I whisper. I step into the walk-in closet only to find all of my own clothes, shoes and even purses. What the fuck? “Son of a bitch!” I shout too loud. He certainly heard me and I honestly don’t care at this point. The fear the paralyzed me has turned to venomous rage. I grab a pair of stretch pants and a large sweatshirt from the closet and get dressed quickly. Enraged, I march down the hall to find Luke sitting on the couch with the newspaper up covering his face.

“Yes…I’ve been to your home.” He says answering my unasked question. He folds the paper down placing it on the coffee table before standing in front of me with his hands folded behind him. For some reason he smiles at me as if this is a goddamn game. “Okay…so you’re mad.” He can’t be serious…there is something mentally wrong with him. I’ve got to get the heck out of here.

“Luke…why am I here?” I ask trying to remain calm.

“For your protection.” My protection? There’s nothing going on in my life that I would need guarding from. I lead a simplistic, drama-free life for the most part.

“You’re gonna have to elaborate.” I say confused.

“Have a seat.” He says pointing to the couch. I do as I’m told, now pretty damn sure he’s not going to kill me at least. He sits beside me and hands me the large envelope on the coffee table. “Open it.” Oh god, the last time he gave me something I was knocked unconscious. I suspiciously open the filled package and pull out a large packet clipped together. When I turn it over, there is a picture at the top that’s covered by the large black binder clip. However, I could see the name on the file clear as day…Quinton “Q” Lathan. Oh god. Just to be sure I remove the clip that’s hiding the photo…it’s him. My heart starts racing as I slowly glance back at Luke.

“Why do you have this? Who are you?” I whisper. He suddenly gets quiet and visibly agitated. I should be the one uneasy. He has a folder with information on the murder of my ex-boyfriend…well fiancé. I stand dropping the papers to the floor feeling the urge to erupt into a crying fit. “Answer me dammit!” I shout stomping my foot like an errant child.

“He’s my brother!” He shouts.

End Part Two.

Rousing Obsession

             After a long, challenging day at work I decide to grab a drink at the bar down the street. It’s not like I have anyone to go home to, and I need to relax a bit. Walking in, now leaving the brightness of outside and into the darker eloquence of the upscale bar, I feel at ease. Even though it’s always crowded with the well off and arrogant, I love the selection of smooth jazz that plays softly in the background. I just try my best to ignore the idiots that try and hit on me. Sitting at the bar taking a sip of my apple martini, I scan the room taking in the laughter and sounds of the carefree enjoying the company of their significant others or friends. Noticing all the handsome smiles guided in my direction gives me a little excitement. After all, I am a woman and I have been told I need to give men a chance. They may be right, I am thirty and single. Crossing my legs and letting my skirt rise just enough to show some thigh, I eye the tall impressive chocolate man across the room. I watch him, gazing at me as I swing my ponytail to the other side. He seems to be here alone as well, and most important not wearing a wedding ring. Unlike some women, that actually matters to me.

                Finally getting up the courage, he saunters my way never losing eye contact. Of course I dare not look away either. I wouldn’t want him to think he has the upper hand after all. I admire his strong manhood in a navy blue perfectly tailored suit, towering over me at six feet or more…definitely fuck me potential. There not being any seats beside me, I turn to face him seductively switching my crossed leg. “I wasn’t gonna wait much longer.” I say smiling slightly.

He chuckles. “I certainly wasn’t gonna let someone else catch your attention.”

“Oh LET someone…is that right?” I say taking another sip.

“That’s right. I had to know why you’re here alone.”

“If that’s a way of asking if I’m single…I am.” I say raising my left hand. Just then someone leaves beside me, so he takes the seat.

“Good…then I have you to myself for a bit.” He smiles leaning in close. The smell of his cologne captivates me, sending a scintillating chill through my excited body.

“A bit…depends on how well you do.” His teeth are so white. He laughs out loud causing me to giggle.

“Oh how well I do.”

“That’s right handsome…you need more than looks to keep my attention.”

“And how exactly are you gonna keep mine.” Okay, so he can keep up with me. I like that. I lean in closer, so close any on-looker would think we’re about to present a free show.

“I think I can handle that.” I respond letting my hand follow the length of his tie. He lets his intriguing brown eyes roam my body his nervousness obvious. My womanhood maintaining dominance over our intimate encounter.

“I’m sure you can.” We gaze through each other no doubt imagining our naked bodies entangled playing out our salacious desires…at least I am. Snap out of it girl, we haven’t even exchanged names. I back away from him taking another sip.

“Veronica.” I say extending my hand.

“Luke.” He says placing my hand between both of his. His caress pulsates through me which makes me gradually remove my hand. No one has ever made me feel this way…so soon. “You’re a very captivating woman Veronica.” He says grabbing the bartender’s attention to order a Whiskey Sour.  I watch him take a sip before reverting his welcomed attention back to me. “So tell me more about you.”

“That could take all night.” I say giggling.

“I hope so.” He says taking another sip. Oh god, I can already tell he’s going to have my panties off soon.

We spend the next two hours talking about our work and family lives. He tells me he’s a financial advisor about to start his own firm, married once and no children. I of course pressure him into telling me more about his marriage, wanting to know why it ended….pretty understandable question I think. I find myself telling him entirely too much about myself. Something I would never usually do. For some reason I even mention my deepest secret, something I haven’t talked about in years…the murder of my ex. Talking about him brings up emotions I thought I’ve suppressed, but talking to Luke somehow eases my sorrow. Not sure how he’s able to do that, but his paralyzing charm possesses me easily. The more exciting our conversation becomes, the more enticed I feel. There’s nothing sexier than the confidence of a strong attractive man. I need a break.

“Excuse me a moment Luke.” I say touching his hand then head towards the restrooms hoping I’ve hidden my lewd thoughts. Luckily, at this time most of the after work crowd has gone and there’s no line in the bathroom…or anyone in there for that matter. I stand in the mirror, staring at myself as women do. I adjust my ponytail making sure my hair is flat, and run my hands down my clothes picking at the shape of my body.

“Certainly you know you’re beautiful.” I hear Luke’s voice, never hearing the door open. Was I that preoccupied mocking my imperfections?

“You do know this is the ladies room.” I joke not wanting to face him. He walks behind me standing close but not touching me. We stare at each other through the mirror silently, but our yearning loins speak loud enough for the both of us. He inches closer places his hands on the sink at either side of me. Our magnetic energy travels between us, making the need for us to touch stronger. “Feel that?” Oh I definitely do. I look away from him, needing him to give me space…or at least my brain does. “Don’t get all shy now.” He whispers. He leans in softly kissing my collarbone, continuing up toward my ear. Why am I letting him do this…and in here? Anyone can walk through those doors.

My body won’t let me resist him, as I lay my head back against his shoulder giving into his rousing seduction. He turns me quickly and lifts me onto the counter. God, I’ve never been so happy to be in a nice place with a very clean bathroom. He stares through me, his brown eyes wanton as he wraps my legs around his waist. Why must I be wearing a skirt right now? Leaning me back and pulling my pelvis against his I feel his engorged shaft growing against my warmth. He kisses me unhurried, grinding his dick against my pussy making me feel provocatively needed. Am I really going to let him fuck me here?

“We-can’t-do-this-here.” I blurt out in one breath as he continues to kiss me. He stops suddenly still steadily grinding against me as he eyes me passionately.

“I’m fucking you tonight.” He demands. Now, I should be getting the hell out of there. We barely know each other and he’s already taking ownership. Instead, I’m imagining him taking control of my body…and I can’t wait.

“You’re place?” I say out of breath. He doesn’t answer me, he just lifts me down fixing our clothes and pulls me from the bathroom and straight out the bar to his car.

“What about my car?” I giggle.

“We’ll worry about that later…don’t need you changing your mind.”

We drive in his black Infiniti silently as he rubs my inner thigh stealing glances as he drives. My warmth still ready and moist as he lets his pinky graze my lace panties. We don’t seem to drive for long, but his home is in the middle of nowhere. I admire his large house as he pulls into his garage parking quickly. I take my time getting out as he waits patiently holding open the car door. Walking into the foyer, I remove my shoes as he takes off his suit jacket and tie. I follow him into the kitchen where he grabs two glasses and a wine bottle placing them on the counter. As he pours the wine, I take the opportunity to look around in search of someplace comfortable to sit.                

Finding my way to the living room, I sit on the long white leather couch staring through the skylight in the high ceiling. It’s so beautiful here.

“Here you go.” He says handing me a glass. “I’ll be right back.” I smile as he walks away no doubt wanting to get out of that suit. I drink the wine quicker than I should’ve noticing my nerves starting to kick in. It doesn’t take long for those nerves to turn my stomach…or so I thought. I start to feel woozy and dizzy. What the hell is going on? I look at my now empty glass and fall back against the couch. Did I drink too much? Finally Luke returns still in his suit pants and shirt untucked.

“Luke…I’m not feel-well..I-“ I can’t find the words.

“Don’t you know better than to go home with strangers?” Everything goes dark.

End Part One.

Loveless Conquests

No words needed to be exchanged

straight to the point loins inflamed

one thing in mind ready to devour her

inexpressive sex of my pornographic connoisseur

 

Apparel forcefully stripped pacing to the bed

dropping to her knees giving licentious head

watching her get obscenely roused

pulling her to her feet now carnally soused

 

No kissing on the lips, no sensual seduction

thrown to the bed…legs spread…her warmth wet for destruction

ramming her incessantly, making us cum briskly

needing to get home to my wife quickly

 

-Cam Johns

Calming Bath

Candlelight leading my path

lighting my way to an awaiting bath

standing in his towel single rose in hand

sauntering my way whispering his passionate plan

 

Leisurely removing all of my clothes

casually kissing my various spots as he goes

placing me gently in the tub

before climbing behind me, giving my back a relaxing rub

 

My aroused flesh responding to his tender touch instantly

lathery palms embracing every throbbing inch of me

taking his time relieving my tension, not shoddy

letting the warm water caress my pulsating body

 

“I think I’ll have you here” demanding it

wandering fingers find my clit

rubbing vigorously and won’t quit

orgasm traveling through me causing my warmth to submit

 

Cautiously lifting me on all fours

animalistic grabbing my ass entering me as if we’re carnivores

snatching my hair pulling me to him

forcefully lewd pounding me hard no longer a prelim

 

Water spewing making a mess

his heavy stroke constant, not slowing for rest

moans of ecstasy bouncing from each wall

roaring his release as our bodies finally stall

-Cam Johns

Morning Coffee

Repetitive mornings of the lifeless and mundane

alarm…shower…dress…work drudging the same

a luring prospect inveigling mid morning

averting my cadaverous existence vividly alluring

 

Sauntering in my office with my morning coffee

deliberately gazing his wanton eyes capturing me

whispering erotic intentions in my ear

hoping no one notices him puppeteer

 

Hand finding its way up my thigh

tickling my lobe with his tongue arousing my high

out in the open fervidly audacious

his hand finding my middle oh so salacious

 

backing away from his erogenous advances

considering our professional circumstances

regardless of my intent to get fucked against this wall

not today…I am his boss after all

-Cam Johns

Working Hard

Gazing at her alluring simplicity

evasively capturing mindless beauty

soon able to fondle what’s mine

impulsively examining the clock with our secret in mind

 

Libidinous rendezvous approaching at noon

anxiously awaiting to have her legs strewn

torso bent ass in the air

brutally thrashing inside her my dick bare

 

Foregoing at-home obligations

complying with our workplace liaison and flirtations

for now I’ll ponder my stimulating conquer

in a few moments I’ll be fucking the shit our of her

-Cam Johns