Page 17 of His Obsession
I pull the curtain back and as I suspected; Lucian is here. He and Laura are standing side by side. They both look over my body and Laura claps and grins, but Lucian looks like he is seconds from ripping it off. His body is tense, and he slowly walks towards me, taking in the sight before him.
“You look amazing,” Laura says sincerely. “I’m sorry I tricked you.”
“He would have shown up with or without your help. It’s okay,” I laugh. “Lucian, are you good? Need a napkin for your drool?”
He says nothing as he steps in front of me and lifts my chin, so I am looking up at him. He searches my face for a moment before dragging himself out of his daze. “You look incredible,” he says softly.
“How many?” I ask.
“How many what?” he asks in reply.
“How many people can see the cameras you have in my house? How many people have seen what you do to me when I am defenseless? How many people have seen how you use my body when I’m sleeping? Most importantly, how many others have been in my home?” I ask. I am suddenly angry at the thought of others coming into my house. It’s one thing if it’s just him, because I’m used to him now. I don’t know if that’s good or bad, but I know what to expect from him. He doesn’t hurt me, and heseems to be following my lead. That’s probably why he doesn’t fuck me in my sleep. He knows I’m hesitant, so he is waiting.
“No one else has been in your home, Elise,” he says.
“How in the fuck am I supposed to trust that? I’ve known you for what, two weeks? A week and a half of that, you have been assaulting me in my sleep. Who’s to say Bradley or Josh haven’t been in there? I take a sedative Lucian, I have no idea what happens because I can’t wake up when I take it. Am I going to have to stop taking it and just face the nightmares again to make sure no one is raping me in my sleep? Not sleeping for days seems far more preferable than not knowing who is doing what and how many people are fucking watching. What the fuck is wrong with you people? Everyone just walks around acting normal, like their leader didn’t fuck my throat the night before. If that’s normal, then…”
“Then what?” he asks.
“Are you not going to dispute anything?” I ask, almost yelling at him. Laura is calm and the salesperson is gone. Just another mystery.
“I’m not going to argue with you while you are panicked, Elise. All it will do is stress you out further. Say your peace, and then I will explain,” he says.
He moves his hand to the back of my neck to tilt my chin up, but pulls me closer to him. His scent is calming, and the heat of his body brings me comfort. I just stare at him for a second and I realize that he is not who I’m angry at. I’m angry at all of thepeople who used my body as a child. I’m angry because I like that he uses me. I’m angry that I want more. I try to deny it and I try to make myself hate him, but I don’t. Every time he pushes me for more, I shut down. Not because I am not willing, but because I’m terrified that if I accept him and all of the things he does, he will disappear, and I will be left with a void in my soul. I’ve been alone for so long that it’s hard to imagine anyone wanting me for more than just a fling but every time I turn around, he’s still there. He is relentless, intense, and obsessed, but he is also kind, compassionate, and aware. He’s aware of where my limits are, and he never crosses that boundary.
“How many people have seen?” I ask softly.
“Everyone,” he replies.
“Everyone?!” I yell. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
“Have I ever harmed you, Elise? Honestly?” he asks.
“No…”
“Have I ever lied to you?” he continues.
“No…”
“Have I ever scared you or made you feel like you were in danger?” he asks, cupping my face with his hands.
“No,” I whisper.
“Do you trust me?” I open my eyes and look at him again. Do I trust him? I don’t even know him. I don’t know his favorite food. I don’t know his parents' names. I do know that his mom is dead. I assume his father is too. He’s always been blunt with me. He’s never hidden his actions and answers anything I ask. Clearly, I am comfortable with him because I suck his cock every night in my sleep. I suppose I am awake in a way, but it’s more of an in between state. It’s likely a similar state to that of when people sleepwalk. Asleep, but still functioning.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I swear to you, I will explain as time goes on. I have no interest in scaring you. I don’t want you making assumptions, so slower is better for this,” he says. “But Iwillexplain.”
“What is your definition of slow, because you are not slow when you throat-fuck me,” I say and Laura laughs.
“No, but it didn’t start that way,” he says. “It’s a process, and I’m going slowly. If I wasn’t, I would have already fucked you every way possible and everyone in this town would know how you scream with a cock buried inside you.”
“That’s weird. You know that, right? It’s weird that you people freely fuck like it’s every other day,” I say.
“Elise, most everyone has sex. The only difference is that we don’t hide behind the societal norms that say it’s something that should be hidden. Consensual sex between adults is not something to be ashamed of. Every adult male hand that you have shaken has held a dick. He has stroked his cock to the pointof release, and that’s normal. Just like you making yourself come while watching and listening to me fuck your sleeping body is normal,” he says.
“I assume everyone saw that too?” I ask.