Arran’s Obsession (Body Count, #1)

On a work call, I tried to focus on business, but the sound of the shower kept interrupting my focus along with the thought of Genevieve rinsing me from her body. Her fingers on her soft skin. If I hadn’t needed to talk to someone in a different time zone, I’d be in her again.

I’d barely fucking started getting my fill.

The client droned on, pissed off and needing me to hear it. The shower stopped, a hairdryer whirred, then silence from next door. Finally, the client accepted my offer to be in the next game, and I got off the call. My pulse sped, my dick hard instantly.

In the bedroom, Genevieve sprawled on her back on the white sheets, her golden hair fanned out, and the shutters closed against the daylight so the room was pitch black. She’d fallen asleep with the lamps off again. I didn’t get why she did that. She was afraid of the dark. Why torment herself?

I left the door to the living room open so a slice of light fell over the bed, giving me plenty to see by, and knelt on the mattress. For a long moment, I just watched the woman who’d gifted herself to me. Her chest rising and falling, and the outline of her tits under a strappy top. The mound of her pussy in her tiny shorts, and the sheet only partially draped over her.

In my jeans, my dick pulsed.

Fuck, did I want her.

A loud buzz cut through the silence of the room. My goddamned phone. I snapped to shut it off and tossed it to an armchair, twisting back to Genevieve with my heart racing.

Thank Christ, it hadn’t woken her. I’d exhausted the woman, and she was out cold, not even a flicker of awareness at the sound.

It gave me an opportunity, alongside dark thoughts that pierced me in shots of adrenaline and lust.

Placing my fingertips on the mattress, I leaned forward and peeled the sheet off her, slowly and carefully. My breathing caught. In the slice of light, her limbs gleamed, her curves sending me insane. She was more beautiful than she had a right to be. Hardwired to bring me to my knees.

I’d been around naked women my entire life. First with the ladies my father would buy in and abuse. After, the people I protected. I saw them fuck daily, all kinds of bodies doing all kinds of things.

It became commonplace. Banal.

Never once had anything come close to the erotic sight of Genevieve asleep and mine to touch.

I wanted to own every part of her. To do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted it. Right now, with her unconscious, she had no choice either. I didn’t need to run the gauntlet of forcing myself not to make it good for her while punishing her at the same time.

She deserved my hate yet owned my lust.

It was going to be fun seeing how far I could take this before I woke her.

Ducking down, I pressed a kiss beside her injured flesh, the graze she’d sustained from my car. Then around to her soft inner thigh. Another higher.

Not a flicker. She didn’t make a sound.

Higher still, I drew my mouth until I was over her pussy, and I took a deep inhale through my nose, drawing the scent of her inside me. Fucking delectable. Addictive. I put my tongue to the material right over her clit and traced the outline of her shape. Then I nestled in and bit lightly through her thin shorts.

Pulling back, I watched the damp patch appearing lower down. She was getting wet for me, even if she didn’t know.

I needed a taste.

As lightly as I could manage, I hooked both sides of her shorts and drew them down her legs. Genevieve still didn’t budge, letting me arrange her legs wide open, and giving me plenty of room to toy with her.

Wet gleamed at her core. I touched a finger to the centre of her, following a line of liquid down to the sheet. Then I replaced my finger with my tongue.

Heat sank through me at her flavour. I’d loved the scent of her, but her taste woke my senses like nothing else. Wild for her, I licked her from her entrance up to her clit, then kissed her pussy like I’d refused to do to her mouth.

But the angle was tight. I needed better access. To see everything. A pillow from the top of the bed would work. With the same measured care, I lifted her ass and set the pillow underneath and back so it wasn’t in my way. It left her totally exposed to me, nothing hidden, her thighs wide. I could see everything from her clit to her pussy entrance and down to her puckered rear hole.

I gave her a second to settle, making sure she didn’t regain consciousness. I needed this time alone with her body. No judgement. Just using her. Learning from her.

When I was sure she wasn’t going to wake, I returned my mouth to the centre of her, swiping her clit with the tip of my tongue until more wetness pooled. I slid my tongue inside her channel, dying at the tight fit, and resisting an urge to get rough with her. My body didn’t care about taking this slow.

My dick leaked, desperate to get in on the action.

Genevieve took a little breath, and I retreated to watch her face. Her eyes were still closed, and her head tipped back. Her nipples had hardened, the outline prominent under her top. I’d get to those later. It was a fucking trip—my actions on her unconscious body were turning her on more and more.

Keeping my touch featherlight, I drew a finger down her core then inside, centimetres at a time, keeping a close eye on her breathing. Her pulse beat at her throat. She was so wet, her juices leaked out on my palm, so I soaked my hand with them and stuck it into my jeans, painting my dick with her arousal.

God-fucking-damn.

She was such a good girl, letting me mess with her and sleeping so deep. Maybe I could even fuck her like this. I was so turned on, my dick so sensitive from fucking her earlier, but I didn’t want to stop playing.

More than anything else, I wanted to continue pushing her body.

Above even that, I hated myself for all I couldn’t stop doing.

Sitting up, I scanned the room. On a dressing table was my knife in its holster. Soundlessly, I crossed the floor to claim it, then returned to my position at the cradle of her body. I spat on my hand and used it to wipe down the handle, though it was clean. I’d used Shade’s at our last job.

It wasn’t as thick as my dick, but before using it, I had another idea. Keeping it holstered, I tapped the flat back against my hand. At the club, we had whole rooms dedicated to spanking ass, but I was all about the pussy tonight.

Taking a breath, I tapped her clit with the wide, flat leather.

Genevieve moaned, an arm rising and dropping heavily to the bed. Her toes curled into the sheet. Holy fuck, that was hot. It had made her wetter still, her core gleaming. I drove two fingers inside her, keeping still for a long moment before I hit her pussy again. She squeezed my hand tight with her inner walls, and I groaned silently. My dick throbbed for wanting her, the need to add my cum to the mess of her slick arousal growing.

I took the knife from the holder. Held it by the blade. Then I speared her open with my fingers and pressed the handle inside her. She spasmed again, her lips parting and her breathing coming harder.

Fucking hell. My knife bobbed with her clench, the blade flashing in the slice of light.

I’d never seen anything hotter.

The most difficult part of my game with her was holding off after any reaction. She needed to stay asleep. I needed to see the impact of my playing. It was a fine line, but I could be a patient man.

For several minutes, I just held the knife in her pussy, my two fingers alongside it, wet all over my hand and coating her thighs. With the fingers that weren’t inside her, I felt down to her rear hole, and then pushed the tip of one finger inside. Her ass tightened around me, her pussy pulsing in response.

God, what it would be to fuck her ass. I ducked to lick her, then lightly bit her clit, holding it between my teeth and careful to avoid slicing myself. She was swollen and ripe from everything I was doing. If I let her finish, that would be one knockout orgasm for her. She was primed for it, so ready to take me in deep, choke my dick with her tight pussy.

But I had no intention of letting her get there. Awake or asleep.

Moving my hand slowly, I trailed my tongue around her clit. Sucked. When she moaned or pulsed, I stopped. When her breathing calmed, I started again. Endlessly, I kept it up, getting her so close then breaking off, denying her every time.

My heart beat faster at her frustrated whine, my breathing coming in a rough pull. I was dying for her, but also not wanting this to end.

I wanted her dreaming about me, even if I knew she wouldn’t. Genevieve wanted nothing more than to reach her goal with me, whatever it was, and then to leave. She didn’t want the bond between us. Didn’t want me, except to keep me sweet.

If I featured in her dream, I hoped it would be a nightmare.

One where she was fucked with a knife, perhaps.

Genevieve moaned again, pressing her shoulders down into the mattress. Then she uttered a single, breathless word. “Arran.”

I stared at her. Her eyes were still closed and her beautiful lips parted. Not awake. No return to consciousness.

How the fuck was my name on her lips? Rising, I withdrew my hand from her and the weapon with it, discarding the impromptu sex toy to the other side of the bed. On automatic pilot, goddamn hypnotised, I opened my jeans then stripped them and my shirt, kneeling back in place between her spread legs and her cunt raised on the cushion.

One word, and my entire reason had been lost. She wanted me. Holy fuck, she could have me.

I notched my dick to her entrance and slowly eased inside, one inch at a time, a devotee to the woman and her incredible body.

Inside her, I stilled, holding off on fucking the hell out of her. Somehow, over the course of several days of doing this, it had become a place of happiness. Safety. Huge frustration. That last part was over, at least in this moment.

There was something I hadn’t done, though. Angling over her, I pressed my hands either side of her head, supporting my body above hers, my dick buried deep.

Then I pressed my mouth to hers.

Her soft lips yielded to mine.

My heart skipped a beat, and my stomach twisted. Kissing was so far off the table, I had no fucking clue what I was doing. I hadn’t intended this, but I needed to know the shape and the feel. For there to be no act missed.

I opened her lips with mine, tracing them with my tongue. I was unpractised at this but I knew how well we fit together. She was perfect in every physical way. Her personality, too. There was nothing I didn’t like except for her lies.

Suddenly, Genevieve’s lips moved, and she returned my kiss. I broke away. But it was too late, her eyes were open and focusing on me. I jerked my hips to fuck into her, and she moaned, a hand coming up to touch my face.

The moment was broken. I couldn’t give her what she wanted or succumb to the urge to make her scream my name rather than just whisper it.

Not now. All I could give her was more of the same. I jacked my hips, my pace picking up. She moaned, her fingers going to her clit. Her eyes closing again as if not accepting this was real. It wasn’t. Not the way she wanted.

I slapped her hand away, and she whimpered.

Her pussy tightened around me, and it was all the warning I needed. I snapped back my hips and grabbed my dick in my fist, then three pumps and my orgasm struck. I came all over the outside of her pussy.

Genevieve sighed, her body going from rigid to slumping, sleep claiming her once again. Sitting back, I just stared at what I’d done to her. It wasn’t over yet. I had so much more I wanted to do.

An hour’s sleep was all I needed to recharge, or all my body would let me have. I was too aware of the time limit, though not stated, of her free use.

She’d barely moved again since waking to me fucking her. Nor had I cleaned her up, only slinging the pillow and pulling the sheet over her.

I tugged the covers away again. My cum glistened on her skin, still damp at her pussy when I traced through it. I took my finger to her mouth and spread our combined arousal over her lips and onto her tongue. Her jaw flexed a tiny degree, but her eyes remained closed. Her breathing steady.

If she still dreamt of me, I had no idea. But I’d been dreaming about another part of her. I recognised what I was doing. It was a teenaged frenzy a decade and a half too late, and a wild rush of hormones and lust I’d never indulged in before.

Worse, I fucking loved it.

Sitting back, I trailed my gaze down to her breasts. Her spaghetti strap top which hid her from me was tight. If I tried to take it off her, she’d wake for certain.

Luckily, I was resourceful, and my boundaries were gone.

Again, I took up my knife, enjoying the play of life and death. Over her, I twisted one of the straps in my fingers then sliced through it. It jogged her full breasts. I repeated the act on the other side then hooked under the hem right at her navel. I touched the back of the blade to her belly, then sliced upwards, splitting her top in two.

Then I held the knife in my teeth and peeled the two sides of the material off her, baring her round tits for my viewing pleasure. Under my ministrations, she was completely naked. I could do anything to her. She was letting me, as well. She’d woken once and been aware of my night’s work.

The things I wanted to do to her were neither sane nor safe. Perhaps I was the monster my father always intended me to be. The devil I promised my mother I’d never become. The thought only made me angrier. Taking my knife in my hand again, I put the dull side to her skin and drew it across her flesh, outlining one breast then the other.

She shivered, a ripple going across her.

Her nipples stood hard, begging for my attention. With my hand still holding the weapon, I touched one, then squeezed it between my finger and the blade. A thrill of need rushed through me.

I needed to feel what this was doing to her and if it was turning her on.

My dick was as hard as ever, and I took a second to fit to her entrance and enter her again. This wasn’t for me, all I wanted was to know when her body liked something. She was just as wet, and so tight I needed to breathe through my urge to fuck.

When I had control of myself, I gave my attention to my blade. Starting at her nipples, and always with the blunt side, I traced lines across her ribs, belly, and down to her cunt where it welcomed me.

I drew the tip lightly across her clit. Then I flipped the weapon to push the handle down beside my dick. Over every wet and slippery part of us.

If my shaking arm gave out, I’d fall on the sharp edge and cut myself. Bleed on her.

Our conversation from a few days returned to me. She’d wanted to know what the contestant from the game meant when he’d talked about a final act of bonding. She’d never agree to sharing blood with me, so there was no point in discussing it. I had the worst feeling that the same didn’t apply in reverse.

I wasn’t about to test that now. Drawing the knife back up her, I flipped it again then pinched her nipple, my finger and the metal squeezing her. Her pussy echoed the sentiment, pulsing around my dick. I repeated it on the other side, getting the same effect until her nipples were pebbled hard and begging for more.

I tossed the knife and stooped to take one in my mouth. Instantly, my eyes closed, and I sucked on her, enclosing her tight in my lips. With my free hand, I reached for her other breast, indenting her flesh, massaging her. Then I took that hand down to where we were joined and soaked my fingers in the wetness we’d both produced. Using that moisture, I teased her nipple as I sucked on the first. My heart thundered, but my body slowed.

This was strange. I’d stared at her tits for days and now had a chance to do whatever I wanted to them, except it felt like time had stopped. Like I was content at her breast. As long as I kept up the slow pulls, curling my tongue around her, everything else was okay.

Another entirely unexpected reaction, but not one I was willing to give up. I stayed like that, buried inside her and coated in my cum and hers, and with her nipple in my mouth. My free hand cupping her. Kneading her.

The teenage version of me that wanted to fuck her tits, or press the end of my dick to her nipples, or to come all over them, had quietened.

Whoever I was now had been lulled. Eventually, my sucking stopped, but staying just like that, deeply connected, I fell asleep on her.