Obsession: Obsession Part 4

"I'll f.u.c.king rip your tongue from your mouth if you ever speak like that about her!" Alec was furious. This f.u.c.ker was supposed to be protecting her. Not selling her off to repay his debts. Alec wanted to tear his heart out. He threw Marcus away from him disgusted to be near him.

"Her room!" Yelled Alec. Marcus quickly led the way up the stairs. He showed him to her room. Alec dismissed Marcus and closed the door behind him.

Her room was a total reflection of her. Her double four posted bed had pink sheer material draped across the poles. Her bed was made up and had hot pink and purple sequenced pillows. The entire room was covered with pictures of her parents.

He opened a few of her drawers and rummaged through them. She didn't have many things. She had taken most of it with her. He went through the side table near her bed and eureka! He found what he was looking for. Her pa.s.sport. He looked at her picture and his c.o.c.k started to stir. f.u.c.k this was going to be a long few hours to get her alone. He was glad her pa.s.sport hadn't expired.

Looking at his watch Alec ran his hand through his hair. He wanted to leave now. He exited his office and had Maria summon Miranda.

"Okay I'm coming I'll be a few minutes." Miranda looked at herself in the mirror. Leon had outdone himself. He really did understand fas.h.i.+on and he did it in a way that kept her style but with an edge. She wore a floral knee high dress with a black leather vest and flat ankle boots. She looked like she came out of a fas.h.i.+on magazine. Leon also matched accessories. She wore a long silver chain that had held a large cross.

At least she felt comfortable and not dressed in something that would take away who she was. "Miranda! Now would be good!" s.h.i.+t that was Alec and he was yelling. She ran out the room tying her hair up in a high bun while running down the stairs.

"Sorry." She gave him an apologetic smile.

"Let's go," he said. Although he didn't really need to rush, his private jet would take him whenever he was ready. He just wanted to leave. The whole drive in the limousine he was on the phone organizing his work. He was fine leaving the casino in Carlos's hand. It wasn't the first time. Alec trusted Carlos with his life.

He noticed Miranda wringing her hands together seeming very nervous.

When finally they arrived the limo pulled up right beside the jet. Oh Heavens! Thought Miranda, of course he has a private plane! Miranda couldn't believe her eyes. Is there anything this dude didn't have?

After helping her out of the limo they took the stairs to the plane. Miranda's heart was pounding. She hated flying and she hated being in confined s.p.a.ces. Although the plane was just as luscious as everything else Alec owned. Miranda was very nervous. They took their seats in reclining leather chairs. Wow the last time Miranda flew she was sardined between an overweight man and a crying baby. This was the big leagues now.

Alec leaned over Miranda as if he was going to kiss her and she parted her lips as if antic.i.p.ating the kiss. He raised an eyebrow at her as he attached her seatbelt. He watched her blush enjoying her discomfort. She wanted him to kiss her... Interesting.

Noticing Miranda close her eyes tight as they taxied off. She was taking in deep breathes. As soon as the plane steadied in the air Miranda opened her eyes. Alec was watching her. Again the blus.h.i.+ng.

The stewardess came and offered them a drink. Miranda declined. Needing a drink, Alec had himself a scotch. He took off his seat belt and his suit jacket. He unb.u.t.ton the top part of his s.h.i.+rt and crossed his foot over his leg. Miranda noticed how relaxed and s.e.xy as h.e.l.l he looked. s.h.i.+t! He noticed her noticing him! "Undo your seatbelt." He ordered quietly. He had that dark look in his eyes again. Swallowing hard Miranda did as she was told. "Take your panties off," he said. Miranda looked at him in disbelief.

"Excuse me sir?" Hoping she hadn't heard him correctly.

"Take off your panties," he repeated. There was no way she was going to do that.

"I don't understand..." Miranda was not doing this.

"It's simple enough. Take off your panties. If you have a problem with that then I'm sure I can get you down on your knees to suck me off. One way or another it doesn't bother me. It will however bother me if I was to repeat myself again." How did he always give her a choice that would make her do the very thing he wanted? Take panties off or suck him off... Wow what a choice. "Miranda it's too early to try my patience," he warned. Her face burning with shame Miranda proceeded to take off her panties. She felt the tears run down her cheeks. What now? She thought. She held her lace knickers in her hand not knowing what action to take. He opened his palm, f.u.c.k! Miranda placed her underwear in his hand.

To her total horror he smelt them. She wanted to die. How could he continue to find ways to humiliate her? Leaving the panties in his hand and sipping his scotch he eyed her.

Poor kid was about to have heart failure. He watched her suffering and his c.o.c.k hardened. He adjusted himself. He rubbed himself while watching her watching him. He nearly f.u.c.king e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed while smelling her panties. His c.o.c.k was painfully hard.

Miranda turned away from him. So humiliated by his actions and so aroused at the same time. She was relieved when the stewardess came with their lunch. Her relief was short lived because when the stewardess was placing the food Miranda noticed her underwear was still in his hands and Alec made no attempt to conceal them. If anything he was more than happy to display them. Could he make her life more miserable?

The rest of the plane ride was pretty much uneventful. Miranda was grateful that Alec was working. He didn't really pay much attention to her. She felt very exposed without her underwear and the fact that her dress was a short flowing dress made Miranda feel completely uncomfortable.

Finally the plane landed. Not needing to wait for hundreds of people to exit before her Miranda made her way to the exit with Alec. Joys of being with a billionaire! This time a stretch hummer was waiting for them. Wow this way too much. A lady could get used to this.

The hummer was so s.p.a.cious. A mini bar, and room to fit fifteen people. Was a little over the top for only two people, but who was she to question the great Alec and his life of comfort.

When Alec closed the privacy window Miranda drew in a shaky breathe, knowing in her heart this wasn't a good thing.

The ride was smooth, Alec filled himself a scotch and leisurely sat back and studied Miranda. She had a unique exotic look about her. Not your average everyday beauty but a face of an angel and the lips to f.u.c.king tempt a saint! Now it was time for some fun. "Lift your dress up," he ordered.

"Please sir..." She whined. Obviously panicking. "Please," she begged.

"That's one Miranda! You want to add to your number of punishments than be my guest," he watched her as she struggled with herself. Slowly lifting her dress up exposing her p.u.s.s.y. It was neatly trimmed. He sucked in a breath. "Open your legs." Miranda was chocking back her tears.

Opening her legs Miranda closed her eyes trying to escape this shame. "Open your f.u.c.king eyes!"

Could he give her nothing? He slowly sipped his beverage letting her stew in her humiliation. If Miranda thought this situation couldn't get any worse boy was she sadly mistaken. "Touch yourself." In sheer desperation she was pleading with her eyes, Miranda silently begged him to stop this abuse.

Accepting she had no choice Miranda started touching herself. She was so embarra.s.sed that she couldn't concentrate on her task. "Miranda," he warned, "I want you to give yourself an o.r.g.a.s.m. If you don't deliver that will be means to another punishment. Up to you kid. If you're thinking of faking it think again." He waited.

She touched herself slowly. "Open your legs wider," he ordered. Having him watch her touch herself in the most intimate of ways did something to her insides. Could she be getting aroused by this? She opened her folds and felt the moisture... Obviously she was. His eyes were almost black. Continuing to touch herself she found her c.l.i.t. Oh dear she was really getting aroused now. "Lick your fingers," she followed his order. She could taste herself and almost withered with desire. "Continue" he demanded. His voice had a hard edge to it. She resumed f.u.c.king herself. The way he was looking at her made her move her fingers faster, her breathing quickened. Miranda could feel the pleasure building within her. Her body was screaming for release. "Who do you belong to?" He asked.

"You sir!" Yeah she was gone. "I belong to you sir!" Way too deep in pleasure to care that she was moaning and squirming. Her o.r.g.a.s.m sent her reeling. So strong was the impact of her pleasure that she took a while to be able to move. Finally coming back to earth she regained her composure. Miranda was so ashamed at her display she put her face in her hands and broke into sobs.

Alec was losing control. Watching her touch herself made his l.u.s.t reach new heights. She was crying as if hating herself for her body reacting like it did. "Come here," he needed to be inside her. Reluctantly she withdrew her hands and moved over to him. Her face was streaked with her tears. He sat her on his lap. Taking the hand she used to touch herself he licked it, placing it in his mouth as he sucked her juices. Her taste was too f.u.c.king sweet. While keeping her fingers in his mouth he grabbed her around the neck and bought her into his kiss.

She felt so confused. Her body was once again responding to him. Kissing her and making her taste her juices Miranda was starting to feel her body's antic.i.p.ation to the building pleasure that he evoked in her. The kiss was so sensual it was erotic and Miranda to her utter humiliation could feel herself becoming wet. While kissing, Alec had somehow undid his trousers and freed his c.o.c.k, which sprung to life. He stroked himself then carefully lifted Miranda and impaled her onto his c.o.c.k.

She hissed in a breath. The fullness of him made her struggle to move. It hurt a lot. Alec looked like he was in another world. Moving his hand until he found her delicious nub he started rubbing it, teasing it. Miranda's body started to move on its own accord. The more he rubbed the more she moved back and forth on him. He started lifting her a.s.s up and down. f.u.c.k! She was going to explode. He had worked her up in such a frenzy. Miranda let all her walls crumble, she let her guard down and screamed through her o.r.g.a.s.m, not caring about anything in the world. He continued to f.u.c.k her smacking her down on his lap, until she felt his c.o.c.k throb and felt his explosion.

That was bind blowing f.u.c.king s.e.x! Miranda was so exhausted she thumped on his chest and couldn't move.

Chapter 6.

Wow the casino looked like an olden day burlesque house. It had so much character and was intricately designed. Looked like it come out of the 1800's.

The inside was spectacular, it wasn't your everyday casino as Miranda later found out, it was only for the high rollers. Very discreet and exclusive, yet it hard a dark feel to it. Waitresses wore nothing but a lace skirt that left nothing to the imagination. They were a thong and if they bent slightly their entire a.s.s would show. Miranda felt her face flush as she watched these woman topless act as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

When the waitresses noticed Alec the commotion started. One blond actually gave him an open mouth kiss in front of everybody. She said something seductively in French, which left Miranda feeling a little uneasy. Greetings and kisses and after being introduced to so many people Miranda wanted to leave. This wasn't her scene. She felt way out of place, Alec seemed to be more at home here then he was at the manor.

Alec finally left the crowd and took Miranda up to his penthouse. She gasped when his private lift opened up to the room. He loved the way her eyes revealed her emotions. It was s.e.xy as h.e.l.l that she didn't play games with her feelings, if she was sad her eyes cried, if she was scared her eyes opened wide and seem to grow lighter. If she was aroused her eyes were heavy and she looked through her dark thick lashes.

"I gather you like the room," he stated.

"Like it? Oh my G.o.d it's stunning! You really do like to live in style," he raised an eyebrow at her comment.

"Doesn't everybody?" Watching her biting the inside of her mouth and debating whether or not to reply was quite entertaining.

"I suppose so," was her response. He sensed she wanted to say more. He left it for the time being.

Miranda was grateful when Alec ordered her to shower and ready herself for dinner. He left her to deal with business so he could be free for the remainder of the night.

Miranda soaked in the free standing huge tub. She enjoyed the feel of the hot water and the cherry scented bubbles. Relaxing like this gave her time to ponder what had occurred between her and Alec. The s.e.x was phenomenal and degrading at the same time. She was getting aroused just by thinking about the scene in the limousine. Boy Miranda way to be a m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t! How can you enjoy the pain and humiliation and the s.e.x simultaneously? Yep this was a whole new low for you! Miranda contemplated whether or not to see somebody to a.s.sess her. She was certain that this wasn't normal behavior.

Reluctantly Miranda finished her bath. She wore an oversized thick bathrobe that felt like heaven. Not wanting to change Miranda hopped onto the king size bed. She looked around the room feeling overwhelmed. How could Alec want her? He had everything money could buy. He was heart stopping gorgeous and had a smile that could melt stone. She noticed the way that the girls drooled over him. h.e.l.l she drooled over him, so why did he want plain uninteresting Miranda?

Flopping onto her stomach Miranda stretched her hands above her head, recalling the way he forced her into that position not along ago. She needed to stop thinking about him, and about the way he was treating her. Her body craved his touch yet her mind was always disgusted with her submissive behavior towards him afterwards.

Turning on her back the bathrobe opened revealing her legs. She touched her legs caressing them. They were very soft. Is that what Alec felt when he touched her? Was she soft to him? Shaking her head Miranda tried to shake him out of her mind. It was short lived because he stood by the lift eyeing her. "Don't move," his voice sent s.h.i.+vers down her spine. "Why aren't you dressed? It was a simple order to follow." He moved around the bed to face her. Frozen Miranda couldn't think of an answer.

"I asked you a question Miranda," the way he said her name terrified her yet excited her at the same time.

"I'm sorry... I think..." Miranda whispered.

"You're sorry you think? That's not an answer! You have earned yourself three punishments... And all in a day," he tsked "No, I haven't done anything," she blurted out before her mind could even register what was coming out of her mouth. Quickly placing her hand across her mouth as if to silence herself from speaking out of order. Oh she was going to pay...

"No?" Alec stood dumbfound for the second time since meeting this kid. "No? Is that what you said to me? And I thought we were going to have a lovely time here in France." He looked menacing, his blue eyes darkened as he unb.u.t.toned his s.h.i.+rt. Throwing it on the floor followed by his white singlet. His body was tense. Seeing Miranda sprawled on the bed did something to him. Watching her feel her legs caused chaos in his mind. All he wanted to do was f.u.c.k her senseless. Her disobeying him and her speaking out of line was the final straw. His monster reared its ugly head and was starved.

"Get up," he ordered. Miranda didn't move, her body refused to follow his order. She didn't know why she was being like this. For f.u.c.ks sake Miranda you are in a foreign country with no money and a psycho that loves to torment you? Do as you are told! She really wanted to heed her warning but remained where she was.

Alec was through playing. Deliberately disobeying him was a no go! He grabbed her by her feet and roughly dragged her body towards him. He grabbed her cheeks squeezing them hard. "You said no, is that right kid?" He couldn't think straight. He was so consumed with the fear in her eyes that it fueled the fire in his soul.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it... I don't know why ..."

"You don't know what Miranda? Hmmm? I'll tell you what..." He grabbed her hair and forced her onto her knees. "Don't f.u.c.king move!" He yelled, when she backed away. Unzipping his pants he watched her face become frozen in terror.

"No?" He was mocking her, "don't like your position?" He took out his fully erect c.o.c.k and started stroking it close to her face.

Miranda was in shock. He wouldn't make her suck it! She wouldn't suck it no matter what! d.a.m.n right she said no. Enough was enough he had no right to treat her like this!

Placing the tip of his c.o.c.k onto her mouth Miranda closed her mouth tight and turned her head. "No?" He was playing with her, she could sense the fight was nowhere near the surface yet. He was getting off on tormenting her. "No? Is that your final decision?" He asked tsking and shaking his head.

Miranda tightened the robe around her and backed away. She had toppled onto her a.s.s and was moving away from him. Continuing to stroke himself he gave her that lopsided grin. "Where are you going to run to kid? Go!" He said never taking his eyes off her. "Let's play a game, if you can get away from me and down the lifts I'll not punish you for behavior today. If on the other hand I catch you before you reach the lifts how about... Let's say... I take you downstairs give you a uniform and have you waitress for my clients. They are always looking for fresh meat."

Miranda admitted defeat. He would have no trouble parading her in that uniform exposing her breast to the men down there, she was certain of that. She stood up and quietly returned to her position on her knees in front of him. Why did she even try and stand her ground. He looked triumphant, still stroking his c.o.c.k and rubbing it on her lips. Miranda had never felt so degraded before. "I've changed my mind," he said backing away from her and zipping himself up.

Oh dear! Miranda thought, this can't be good. He was still playing with her. But somehow Miranda knew playtime was over when he took his belt off. "Up!" He barked. Miranda stood quickly, disobeying him now wasn't an option... Not that it ever was.

"Hands on the wall." Yep you idiot, you went and did this to yourself, she was so in for it.

"Sir please..." Her begging went on deaf ears. "I'm sorry..."

Grabbing her throat he pushed her onto the wall slamming her hard against it. He bought her forward with the grip on her neck and kissed her pa.s.sionlessly. It was hard and brutal, a promise of what's to come. "Warned you to behave, you should have listened." Turning her roughly around and slamming her cheek into the wall. "Disrobe!" He ordered.

All the defiance had left Miranda, now she was so afraid of his next move she dared not risk further punishment. She disrobed and felt so exposed wearing nothing but her black French nickers (courtesy of Leon). She heard Alec suck in a breath. "You are so f.u.c.king beautiful." His voice seemed strained. Miranda was in a lot of trouble and boy did she know it.

"Pity we are going to mark your skin." Miranda suddenly very panicked tried to turn and beg for his mercy. He antic.i.p.ated the move because he slammed her hard against the wall, her cheek felt like it was the size of a balloon. She knew another bruise was waiting to surface." Don't f.u.c.king move! That's ten strikes now! Hands above your head palms straight on the wall." His order was law. No fight left within her, Miranda had nothing left but to cede to him.

Miranda was sobbing openly. His torture knew no limits. "You will count each strike I give you. If you lose count we start again. So pay attention" Miranda could hear the excitement in his voice. His tone very calm, like he knew the effect it was having on her, he was in his zone.

When the first strike of his belt hit her back Miranda wept. The intensity of the pain was excruciating. "Not counting? Test run then?"

"One!" She cried quickly.

"One what?" He asked while pulling her hair hard.

"One... Sir."

"Good girl." With that another strike.

"Two sir!" Yelling out before the next one hit. And another blow and another, Miranda thought this torture would never end.

"Eight sir," she choked through sobs. The ninth blow Miranda almost fell into oblivion.

"Nine sir," she whispered losing any strength she had left. Her palms were sliding down. She was losing focus.

"Ten si..." With the last strike Miranda fell into a beautiful state of unconsciousness.

Before hitting the floor Alec held her. He carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. He would let her rest. He stripped and moved in beside her kissing her head and gently stroking her hair. Poor baby was in the monsters lair with nowhere to go.

Miranda awoke feeling groggy. Ouch! She slept on her side and felt Alec's arms around her. Ouch was an understatement her back felt like it was on fire. The b.a.s.t.a.r.d had his arms around her! Was he f.u.c.king serious? He had beat the h.e.l.l out of her with his belt and now he had his arms around her!

Trying to move away from him she lifted his heavy arm up and moved out of the bed. She hissed in a breath. The pain was on a monster scale. He had inflicted her with this pain and she loathed him for it.

Making her way to the bathroom she realized she had nothing but her panties on. Grabbing his striped s.h.i.+rt off the floor she carefully put it on trying to get herself somewhat decent. Miranda m.u.f.fled a cry when the soft material touched her back. She could smell his scent and a wave of l.u.s.t swept through her. Really Miranda? He beat you up you sicko!

Finis.h.i.+ng off her toiletries Miranda returned to the room. Alec had awoken and was staring at her. His eyes dark as he looked at her. Feeling like she was under a microscope Miranda closed the s.h.i.+rt around her only to be struck by pain. She winced.

"We'll good Morning suns.h.i.+ne. You look... s.e.xy as h.e.l.l." that lopsided grin again.

"Good morning... Sir." She replied tartly, not wanting to really talk to him. Turning away and sitting on the wide leather lounge Miranda adjusted herself as best as she could in hopes to not feel the pain.

"Not a morning person then?" He smirked "I'm best to refrain from answering that in fear of invoking another punishment... Sir." To her surprise he laughed, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d was enjoying this. His laugh was almost contagious, had she not been in so much pain Miranda would have loved to join him laughing.

"Glad you're enjoying my suffering," again with the att.i.tude. What the h.e.l.l Miranda calm down.

"Sweetheart your f.u.c.king suffering is what gets me off!" He winked at her. He was such a charmer when he wasn't belting her or punis.h.i.+ng her or humiliating her.

"Glad to be of service to you." With that she turned away and drew her knees to her chest. She heard him chuckle as he made his way to the bathroom. He was having a shower, the steam was coming out of the bathroom and the door was fully opened. Did this man have no shame?

After finis.h.i.+ng grooming himself Alec donned a pair of jeans and a dark blue Mossimo tee-s.h.i.+rt. He didn't want to be cooped up at the casino all day. After Shaving and tidying up his goatee he sat beside Miranda. "Hungry?" He asked while stroking her hair. "If you continue to pout kid I'll not be responsible for my actions! I'm going to throw you on the floor and f.u.c.k you till you can't walk straight." He gently tugged her hair forcing her to face him. "Consider yourself warned."

Miranda was so upset by his treatment of her last night she couldn't get pa.s.sed it. "I'm sore," she whined.

"Yes you would be. Maybe next time you'll know better than to disobey me and test my patience. I have a very short tolerance span kid. Best you learn that and maybe save yourself the pain. I told you before to pick your battles wisely, was it worth your pain?"