Obsession: Obsession Part 5

He gently kissed her. She wouldn't be affected by his kiss. He was playing with her emotions and she wouldn't let that happen. He let her go leaving her feeling a little disappointed that he had ended the kiss. "Can you dress yourself or do you need my a.s.sistance?" He was teasing her.

"I can dress myself... Sir" he raised his eyebrows at her sa.s.s.

"Watch it kid," he nudged her chin playfully, it was a subtle warning, the threat very much there. "Get ready because your little show last night made us skip dinner. I'm famished for food or a good morning f.u.c.k... Choice is yours?"

With that Miranda quickly stood and went to change her clothes. She heard him laugh as she hurried off. f.u.c.king multiple personalities much? This dude was going to drive her to a mental inst.i.tute.

Downstairs Miranda noticed that the games rooms were all private. There was a bar with the almost nude waitresses serving. The room was occupied with huge velvet red sofas, Miranda felt a sense that a lot more then gambling took place here. She also noticed the huge stage with a pole.

Feeling happily covered Miranda opted to wear leather pants and a flowing white singlet with a grey cardigan. She had quickly plaited her hair to the side so it could hide her red cheek. Bless Leon because he remembered to pack her sungla.s.ses. Wow she had never owned a pair of Charlie Brown sunnies.

After enjoying breakfast in a patisserie Miranda was savoring the taste. You have never eaten sweets until you have eaten it in Paris looking at the Eiffel Tower. What a view! Miranda was so awed by her surroundings that she almost forgot about her captivity. Holding her take away coffee Miranda pleaded with Alec to take a walk. Alec looked so hot in his leather jacket and casual jeans. Yep, hot was an understatement.

He indulged her and they took a stroll taking in the beauty that is Paris. He held her hand and she could almost imagine they were in love.

Alec loved watching the way Miranda would immerse herself in her surroundings. Not wanting to miss a thing around her. She watched a family play soccer with their young son and laughed when they allowed him to score! She sat on the gra.s.s and pulled him down to sit beside her. She leaned into him naturally. He noticed when she wrapped her cardigan around her body she winced from the pain on her back.

She cheered when the young boy scored another goal! Her laugh was so pure and so unrehea.r.s.ed that he was speechless as he watched life through her eyes. No pretense at all. It was so refres.h.i.+ng.

Miranda was enjoying herself so much. She loved this charming side to Alec's character. He would tease her and tell her what he wanted to do to her just so he could watch her blush. Miranda could play too. She made him sit on the dirty gra.s.s, she made him sit through watching families walk by. Although she got the sense that he was watching her not the families.

She felt a little more relaxed around him. "So? What's the story with you Crystal?" He gave her a I'm onto you look.

"What's with me and Crystal, she's my lover," he said that so casually that Miranda almost frowned.

"Oh," great conversation Miranda that's all you got?

"You thought otherwise?" He asked her now.

"No, I knew you were together," had she honestly thought he would leave Crystal for her? Stupid! Stupid! Miranda!

"Do I sense a little jealously?" He smirked. Miranda nudged him.

"You can be with whoever you want, who am I to be jealous?" Even saying it to him Miranda knew she was lying. "I have no right to be jealous ...sir"

"Oh it's sir now? You haven't called me sir all day and now you want to resume your place?" He asked.

Standing up Miranda wiped her clothes to get any gra.s.s off her, she didn't want to be in this scene anymore. Pretending they were dating and in love. Who was she fooling? Only herself that's who.

"Miranda I've never promised you anything. I've never lied to you or pretended to be something I'm not," he explained as he stood up.

"It's fine I get it. I'm here until you get over me. I know eventually you will tire of me and then we can both go our separate ways." Why was she getting so upset? This is what she wanted to get away from him, right?

"Kid don't disillusion yourself. You are not my wife, fiance lover or friend. You are my addiction. That's it. I never led you to believe otherwise."

"No you never led me to believe otherwise... You never led me to believe you would keep me against my will, or led me to believe that you would take my virginity or even led me to believe that you didn't want the money anymore." Miranda was distraught. How could he make her feel so much and then when he'd had enough of her discard her? She had allowed him access to her heart and that wasn't okay.

"You're treading on thin ice," he warned "I'm sorry sir stupid me thought... Never mind, your right. You never said there would be a future for us. Why would there be?" Turning away from him Miranda headed back to the casino. He was right behind her.

Chapter 7.

Miranda remained at the suite for the rest of the evening. Alec left her commenting that he had business to attend. Yeah right "Business" she thought. They were in a half-way house with ladies eager to get their paws on him. Whatever! Not her business.

His request was that he wanted her to ready herself for dinner. She really didn't want to be around him and did not understand his reasoning on wanting her to accompany him anywhere. If he just wanted to use her body why did he require her to dine with him or to attend any social functions together?

Dressing in simple straight legged beige pants and a black almost backless halter neck that crisscrossed down her back. Miranda knew she looked nice. She wore peep toe heels that seemed to complete the entire outfit. Brus.h.i.+ng her hair and debating how to wear it, deciding on tying it in a high ponytail. A little eyeliner and a lot of mascara, some lip gloss and a spray of perfume Miranda was ready. And just in time too he had just arrived.

Alec drew in a breath when he saw Miranda. She looked like a f.u.c.king model. l.u.s.t swept over him as he made her turn for him so he can inspect her completely. Her f.u.c.king a.s.s was driving him crazy. He knew she wore a thong underneath and his c.o.c.k stirred.

Miranda noticed the bulge in between his legs and blushed. She hated the way he made her parade for him. He was clearly adjusting himself and stroked himself through his pants. His humiliation knew no end. "Maybe we should forget going out and order in." He announced.

"Whatever pleases you sir," replied Miranda. She really didn't care one way or another.

"Still pouting kid? I've warned you what would happen if you pouted," he stalked toward her. Miranda's heart started pounding. Why did he have this effect on her? Reaching her he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. "You really are asking for trouble, you might actually be enjoying being punished," he said so close to her mouth.

"Yes sir, I enjoy being belted until I pa.s.s out." She really was asking for trouble. Miranda don't you have a filter to stop the s.h.i.+t coming out of your mouth? And there goes that lopsided grin again!

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that... For now anyway." He grabbed her chin tighter. "But be careful kid. If I didn't need to be meeting up with potential clients I would deal with you here and now." He threatened. Saved by the bell, his phone rang and deterred him from her. He spoke in French and was nodding his head.

"Let's go," he ordered as soon as he finished from the phone. "Cars waiting for us." Alec ushered her to the lift keeping his hands on the small of her back. "I suggest you behave yourself, if you know what's good for you," he warned.

In the lift Alec was stroking her back. He saw light welts on her back and struggled to keep his erection in check. Miranda was acting odd after their earlier discussion. He knew she was developing feelings for him. He also knew she was confusing the pleasure he gave her for love. He manipulated her body to want him. He had her exactly where he wanted her. Unable to think about anything but him. Giving her pleasure or pain either way she would only be thinking of him. He smiled inside, she had a fight in her yet and that knowledge just excited him more.

Miranda was a sour puss. Wasn't in the mood for Alec or his clients. Whatever... She would pa.s.s the time like she had in the last weeks. The restaurant they dined in was five star. Very cla.s.sy indeed. Looking around Miranda predicted this meal was going to cost a fortune. Good! f.u.c.k him! Let him pay. That's what he was good at anyway paying to dress and feed his wh.o.r.e! Miranda suddenly felt like crying. How dare he tell her she was replaceable! That she was merely an addiction! He would lose interest soon enough. He liked submissive well guess what? She was through being submissive to him.

Being led the way to their table (of course it was best table in the house) Alec introduced her to his guests. "Miranda this is Louie and Lydia." Louie leaned in and kissed Miranda on both cheeks as did the stunning Lydia.

"Nice to meet you." Miranda politely said. They took their seat and Miranda noticed how flirty Lydia was with Alec. Blinking profoundly and laughing loudly. Louie didn't seem to mind at all. What the f.u.c.k was it about the French and sharing partners?

Alec eased into his chair while the entrees were being served. Small talk about business propositions took place. The conversation was light and Louie was doing most of the talking. On one hand Alec had Lydia beside him who was using her charm and cunning into getting Alec's attention. So as to not be rude he showered her with compliments and attention. On the other hand he had Miranda who was still pouting, she was sipping some c.o.c.ktail and kept making faces after each sip. He found it quite amusing. Louie would involve her in discussions asking about what foods she likes or what she does for a living.

"I used to work at the supermarket back home..." She answered honestly, "and study marketing by correspondence," she continued.

"So when do you complete your course?" Louie asked "Um I'm not really studying at the moment," she replied. Alec noticed her face drop. She looked so forlorn. He had his arm around her casually and was stroking her hair and her back. He couldn't seem to keep his hands off her. She would tense every time he touched her though, and this was getting a little on his nerves.

Miranda ordered another cosmopolitan. She had drank three c.o.c.ktails already and this would be her fourth. Never been much of a drinker Miranda felt extremely light headed. "Please excuse me." Miranda stood to go to the ladies room. When on her feet she felt a little unsteady. Bending her head and giving Alec a sloppy loud kiss on his cheek she whispered into his ears. "Need to use the toilet man" About to turn and make her way to the ladies room Lydia also stood.

"I need to freshen up as well," the b.i.t.c.h she announced. Well good for you miss trying to be too s.e.xy in her red tight dress. Whatever man, Miranda didn't care she smiled and followed miss I wanna f.u.c.k Alec on the table to the ladies room.

Alec watched Miranda trying to compose herself as she walked away. f.u.c.k me he thought she was s.e.xier when she was tipsy. Her lips stayed pouted and her eyes took the color of golden honey. He noticed how she was a little off today. He knew it was because he told her that as soon as his obsession died he would allow her to leave him. She really was confused the poor kid but that's exactly what he craved. He needed her to be confused and unsure about her feelings. He wanted her to think she needed him, it was the only way to appease his monster. He loved it how she was struggling to act nonchalant and was failing miserably. Lydia was taking up most of his time so Miranda thought he was deliberately avoiding her, which he was. He wanted her beg him for his attention. That way the next time he orders her to suck his c.o.c.k she would eagerly open her mouth. One step at a time Alec... One step at a time.

In the ladies room Miranda was was.h.i.+ng her hands. Lydia was applying lipstick and glossing herself up. "So you're the flavor of the month," she said so casually to Miranda. Taken aback Miranda almost cried. Trying not to let that comment affect her Miranda simply smiled.

"We'll it would seem so, although I'm getting a little bored with him," she replied tartly. Lydia's eyes almost popped out their sockets.

"Bored with Alec deAngelo? Are you for real?" She asked as if Miranda had started the apocalypse or something.

"Yeah well I'm kinda not that into him. He's a little toooo clingy," shut up Miranda what are you doing! Her mind was screaming for the shut the h.e.l.l up. "I like my s.p.a.ce and stuff and cos I'm sooooo irresistible to him he won't let me go..." Where is that f.u.c.king filter?

"Well I... I think maybe you need to tell him how you feel. It's such a shame to have him where he's not needed. You know make him available to others." Miranda knew she was trying to encourage her to say this to Alec, in hopes of Alec leaving Miranda. Yeah right b.i.t.c.h!

"Mmmm I should ay? But I'm not gonna. I think I'll string him along until I'm really bored of him, I mean the s.e.x is awesome so yeah maybe I'll keep him for a little while longer, you know until somebody better comes along." Miranda nearly broke down in fits of hysterical laughter at the look on Lydia's face. "Let's get back cos I'm soooo hungry." Miranda knew her words were slow and unhurried. She could feel her tongue getting heavier. Right now all she cared about was eating... Or sleeping... Or whatever maybe having another drink or five. Who cares right?

Returning to the table Alec watched as Miranda nearly toppled over herself. He steadied her and gave her a little frown. By G.o.d if she didn't frown back at him. She was f.u.c.king mocking him. He shook his head in a slow menacing way at her. She f.u.c.king shook her head back at him. She had way too much to drink. She shrugged her shoulders dismissing him and gulped down her whole cosmopolitan in one loud unladylike gulp. She raised her hand gesturing for the waiter to come.

"Another please!" She slurred while raising her gla.s.s to the waiter. Alec leaned down and spoke in her ear "Enough!" He growled.

"Yes sir!" She said saluting him. What the f.u.c.k? She was openly mocking him. "I'm SOOO sorry dude this meanie bobeenie won't let me have another drink," gesturing for the waiter to lean in. She spoke in a low voice (although everybody could hear her) "Dude has no more money, yep, nothing no money... Broke as s.h.i.+t." she said so seriously and nodding to impact the statement more. And to his utter disbelief she put her finger to her mouth and shhhhhed. "Don't tell anybody Jack. Not even Louisa and Linda" Alec almost chocked when she misp.r.o.nounced their names.

Okay this had gone on long enough. He stood. Apologizing to his guests. "She doesn't usually drink, must have gone to her head, I'm very sorry to cut it short but she obviously needs to get home." The little vixen was going to blow this deal for him. "Awww..." She whined. "I'm enjoying Louisiana's company" Yep it was time to go.

The drive home Miranda took off one of her shoes and studied them. "Dude these shoes are hot," she was really enthralled by the shoes. "Dude look at them," she said thrusting the shoe In Alec's face. He took the shoe from her and held her wrists.

"Enough kid! You're in enough s.h.i.+t as it is," he threatened!

"Enough kid! You're in enough s.h.i.+t as it is..." She f.u.c.king mimicked him. She was pointing her finger at him. In her short time with him Miranda Branford had shocked him mute more times than anybody had done in his lifetime.

Finally reaching the casino and helping her out of the car Miranda dove back in the car to get her shoe. Her a.s.s was out there in view as she felt the floor of the limo with her hands to find her shoe. He pulled her out and threw her over his shoulder. f.u.c.k this, he needed to get her under control. "Ouch!" she yelled when he slapped her a.s.s so hard.

"Excuse me sir! Sir I'm talking to you," she continued to ramble all the way through the casino and up the lifts. Alec noticed the looks that were being shot his way. Alec who was always conservative and had his wits about him was carrying a drunken brat who was carrying a conversation with herself. "It's rude not to answer you know? Cos it's like not nice. I need to pee," she continued to chatter away having her one sided conversation.

Once inside the penthouse he threw her on the bed. "Dude the rooms spinning," f.u.c.k me he thought. How the f.u.c.k could he punish her behavior when she was that wasted? She took off her other shoe and started removing her pants. They were very fitting and she was wriggling out of them, in the process she almost fell flat on her face and had Alec not grabbed her she would have been on the floor. "Little help please!" She ordered him. He shook his head as he knelt to pull her pants through her feet. "Need to pee," she hurried to the toilet.

When Miranda returned Alec noticed she was trying to discard her top. She moved up to him and turned around. He silently undid her laces and let the top fall to the floor. Now she only wore a skimpy thong... No bra.s.siere no nothing. Alec felt his mouth water at this f.u.c.king site.

To his utter surprise Miranda turned around and pushed him onto the bed. She move and placed her legs on either side of him straddling him. She started unb.u.t.toning his top. Once her job complete she traced his tattoo with her delicate palm. He hissed in a deep breath. He watched her grab his hand and direct it to her p.u.s.s.y. Moving the thong aside she gave him full access to her c.u.n.t. Alec was so f.u.c.king aroused by this little firecracker he nearly shot his seed out. What the f.u.c.k? He was usually in control of his s.e.xual activities.

She withered atop him rubbing herself on his bulging c.o.c.k that was still imprisoned in his slacks. He really couldn't take anymore he threw her beneath him with her face down as he undid his pants. Taking them off along with his s.h.i.+rt, he then tore her G-string off in one swift motion. He bought her a.s.s up and f.u.c.ked her p.u.s.s.y from behind in one hard thrust. She yelled. He continued to pound into her not caring if he hurt her.

Bringing down his palm he slapped her a.s.s so hard she screamed. Again he slapped her already burning a.s.s. He was f.u.c.king her and slapping her simultaneously. She was screaming and moaning. After he saw her a.s.s reddening with his hand marks imprinted he bought his hand around and found her swollen c.l.i.t. He rubbed her softly earning a moan from her. All the while f.u.c.king her.

He could feel Miranda's moisture and then her p.u.s.s.y contracting tightly around his c.o.c.k, he f.u.c.king exploded! He could feel her o.r.g.a.s.m and this prolonged his!

Slowly recovering from his bliss he looked at Miranda and she was sound asleep. Adjusting her to the top of the bed he used a wet towel to clean himself and then proceeded to clean his come from between her legs. Her c.u.n.t was so swollen he refrained from licking it. She was truly very beautiful.

Opening her eyes slowly Miranda winced from pain. Her head was throbbing, her eyes unable to adjust to the light. She moaned and cringed at how loud that sounded in her head. She finally focused and noticed she was alone in the bed and she was naked! Slowly making her way up she walked carefully to the bathroom and keeping her head down feeling her way to the toilet. She fell to her knees and started throwing up. It seemed like it would never end. She would stop for a while then she could feel the bile rising and would spew until there was nothing left to come out.

Was.h.i.+ng her face with extremely cold water Miranda looked at herself in the mirror. Her mascara had run down her face. Her hair was in a state that looked like she'd been electrocuted. Wow what a sight.

Finally feeling a little better her stomach seemed to have settled somewhat. She decided on was.h.i.+ng herself. She let the hot hard water wash over her hair and body shampooing three times. She conditioned then started to wash her body. When she reached her womanhood Miranda felt very tender. What the f.u.c.k did she do last night?

Slowly scattered memories returned, she recalled drinking too much, she also remembered her conversation with whatshername in the ladies room. f.u.c.k! She remembered Alec putting her over his shoulder for some reason. Then the memories started flooding her. She initiated the s.e.x with Alec! Sure he ended up taking the lead, but she had initiated it! This was huge!

Also the b.a.s.t.a.r.d had smacked her a.s.s! A lot! She did recall the intense pleasure afterwards though. Oh dear! Oh dear! What was happening to her? Her wanton behavior was becoming out of control.

Dressing in comfortable leggings and a singlet Miranda returned to the bed and laid down. Her head was too heavy and her eyes really didn't want the light. Stupid! Stupid! Miranda what have you done now?

The elevator door opened and Alec walked into the room. He was furious with himself for letting things get out of control with her. There she was with her arms over her face as if to ward off something. "Get up," he ordered softly. Miranda moaned and sat up. He grabbed her hands and placed two tablets in them ordering her to take them. She placed them in her mouth and gladly took the bottle of water off him. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand Alec took the bottle and placed it aside.

He took a seat at the lounge and called her over with his hands. She reluctantly made her way to him and took a seat beside him. "Not feeling well?" He asked clearly knowing the answer. "You have been a very very bad girl," he said. "Do you know what happens to bad girls Miranda?"

He waited for her reply. "Yes sir... They get punished." she all but whispered.

"They get punished! That's correct! Now pray tell Miranda how would you see a fit punishment for you to be? Let's recap shall we?" He was really mad and he would make sure she never ever put him on show again!

"Number one, you got drunk. Is that correct?" Miranda didn't want to do this. He looked furious, but she had bought this on herself.

"Yes sir."

"Now you let me know if I'm overreacting okay? Number two, you disrespected and disobeyed me," he continued. s.h.i.+t Miranda you sure f.u.c.ked up this time! "Correct?"

"Yes sir."

"Number three, you insulted my guests and could have blown a multimillion dollar deal! Correct?"

"Yes sir." Miranda nervously waited for his outburst. f.u.c.k did he even know what Miranda spoke to Lydia about privately? She had forgotten about her pain because her fear took over. When he was this calm it always meant trouble. The calm before the storm...

"I'm sorry sir," she whispered. There was that lopsided grin again.

"Really you're sorry?" He asked. "You will be sorry kid... You will be very sorry."

Miranda had Alec's threat hovering over her for two days. He didn't say much to her and was always working. He would return to the suite late into the night and once he never returned at all. Miranda felt so alone. He just ignored her. Her meals were eaten alone and she had n.o.body to talk to. Is this the way he would punish her? Ignoring her? He hadn't made any attempts to touch her at all. She was really starting to feel the void.

Maybe this was it she thought, maybe she had made him realize that she wasn't really anything special and that he finally overcame his obsession with her.

Packing her clothes Miranda felt like crying. Why was her life so f.u.c.king miserable? f.u.c.k she was mourning a relations.h.i.+p that never was. He forced himself on her and treated her unforgivably yet she was terrified of the thought of it ending. How was it possible to fear somebody so much and need them so much at the same time? That's it, Miranda made a promise to herself that if this was it and he was finally letting her go, then she was going to see a shrink and get herself treated. She couldn't be normal to allow this abuse to go on.

Alec walked into the room. Miranda was packing her belongings and had raised her head when she heard him enter. She was antic.i.p.ating a reaction from him. "Ready?" He asked his tone so flat lined.

"Yes sir," she replied. He looked at her in her Gucci jeans and her ripped black thick singlet. Through the tears a hot pink lycra windowed through. Was quite a funky top and was way into her character. She wore her hair in a loose bun.

She wore hot pink heals that just oozed s.e.x appeal. Miranda really was a looker. Her body was f.u.c.king amazing with nice full high b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Thin waste and luscious curves. Her a.s.s was all women. It was full and perfect and so matched the rest of her body. Although she wasn't a short person Alec still was a head taller than her. Her skin was flawless. She really did have the makings to be a model.

Grabbing their bags he led the way to the lifts. Miranda felt very awkward. How would he dismiss her? Would he just say thanks for the f.u.c.k and let her be on her way? You can do this Miranda, she coaxed herself. It's not the first time you've felt unwanted. Marcus would remind her all the time what a burden she was.

Finally home Alec noticed how exhausted Miranda was. They entered the foyer and Maria beamed with joy. "Are you hungry sir?" She was like a doting mother to him.

"Famished." She hurried along to prepare dinner. Alec noticed Miranda lingering around not knowing what to do. "Are you waiting for something?" He asked while unb.u.t.toning his s.h.i.+rt.