Close Obsession (13 page)

“What is it?” she asked him warily when he leaned over her again.

“You’ll see,” he said mysteriously, with a wicked gleam in those amber eyes. And then he touched her temple as well. Startled, Mia raised her hand and felt a small protrusion. He had placed a dot on her also.

Feeling nervous, Mia opened her mouth to ask him again, but he kissed her in that moment and all rational thought left her head. His hand closed over her right breast, kneading the small globe, his thumb flicking lightly over her nipple, and Mia felt a surge of heat go through her. His other hand buried itself in her hair, holding her head still as his tongue invaded her mouth. She could taste the hunger in his kiss, and she wondered vaguely what had provoked him.

All of a sudden, she could no longer feel the softness of the bed beneath her and her ears were ringing from loud music, the pulsing beat reverberating through her bones. Gasping in shock, she pushed at Korum, and he let her go, watching with an unsettling mixture of amusement and burning lust as she sat up, gaping at the scene in panic and disbelief.

They were on the floor inside what looked like a large metal cage. All around them, Mia could see gyrating bodies, grinding and pushing against each other. Stunned, she realized they were dancing. The flickering lights above them cast everything in shades of blue and purple, adding to the surreal feel of the situation.

“Where are we?” she yelled, jumping to her feet and staring at Korum in frightened astonishment. Did he teleport them somewhere, or was this some strange and new virtual world?

He laughed, rising from the floor smoothly. “Come here,” he said, pulling her toward him.

Angry and confused, Mia tried to resist, but it was useless, of course. Within seconds, he had her pressed against his body, and she could feel his erection pushing at her stomach.

“So I learned something interesting today,” Korum said softly, his voice somehow carrying above the music. His eyes were nearly yellow in the strange flashing lights of the dance floor. “My sweet little charl seems to have a thing for touching me in public places – when she thinks no one is watching, of course. When she thinks I can’t feel it.”

Mia swallowed, remembering her actions earlier, before the trial began. She’d played with Korum, secure in the knowledge that no one would ever find out . . . yet somehow he knew. Was he mad at her? Did he intend to punish her somehow?

“Where are we?” she asked, staring up at him warily. “Why did you bring me here?”

“We’re in the most exclusive nightclub in Beverly Hills,” Korum told her. “And I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”

Mia’s stomach twisted with a strange mixture of fear and excitement. “Korum, please, I don’t think –”

Before she could finish the sentence, he grasped her butt and lifted her up, pressing her back against the wall of the cage, her thighs spread wide and his pelvis flush against her own. Mia gasped again, feeling his cock prodding at her genitals through the thin barrier of their clothing. Then his mouth was over hers again, his kiss so deep and penetrating that she could barely breathe.

He intended to fuck her in public, Mia realized with some semi-functioning part of her brain, horrified and yet unbearably aroused at the thought. Surely this couldn’t be real, she thought desperately, surely he wouldn’t do that to her . . . or would he?

She tried to twist away from his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders, but he wouldn’t let her, biting her lower lip in warning until she had no choice but to give in. The roar of her own heartbeat was almost louder than the blaring music around them as she fought to maintain some semblance of sanity in what seemed like an utterly insane situation.

Holding her up with one arm, Korum used his other hand to grasp the skirt of her dress and lift it higher, leaving the front portion of her lower body naked. Mia whimpered in panic, frantically raking her nails down his bare shoulders as he freed his penis too. She could feel the blunt force of it pressing against her delicate opening, and then he began to push inside, ignoring the way her vaginal muscles tightened in an attempt to deny him entry.

It was all happening so fast that Mia could barely process the situation, the flashing lights and the pounding music adding to her sense of disorientation. She felt unbearably hot, her body burning with a strange combination of searing shame and feverish desire as his cock continued to push deeper inside her, her narrow sheath reluctantly stretching around its thick girth. With her full weight supported only by his arm, she couldn’t limit the depth of his penetration in any way, and he felt too large inside her, the head of his penis almost bumping up against her cervix. For a few moments, pain threatened, but then her body adjusted, softening and melting around him, and the discomfort receded, leaving only a scorching need in its place. At the same time, his mouth continued to plunder her own, the invasion of his tongue mimicking the relentless push of his cock.

Her senses completely overwhelmed, Mia couldn’t string together a single thought, could only feel as he began to move his hips, the force of his thrusts pressing her into the cage wall. The metal links dug into the soft skin of her exposed back, and the pulsing beat of the music seemed to echo inside her, the noise from the dancing crowd a dizzying buzz in her ears. Her vision darkened for a second, his kisses draining her of oxygen, but then his mouth lifted, letting her catch her breath, and the fainting sensation receded, bringing her back to semi-awareness of the situation.

Frantically sucking in air, Mia shut her eyes tightly and tried to pretend that this wasn’t happening, that he wasn’t truly fucking her in a cage in the middle of a nightclub. It couldn’t be real, any of it; surely, she couldn’t really feel the hard metal pressing into her back, couldn’t hear the crowd screaming and whooping in tune to the blasting music. Yet the relentless thrust and drag of his cock inside her couldn’t be mistaken for anything else, nor could the moist heat of his mouth as it traveled down the side of her neck.

A wave of hot shame rolled through her again, somehow adding to the powerful tension gathering inside her. His pace picked up, his hips hammering at her, and every muscle in her body seemed to tighten simultaneously, the pleasure so sharp it was almost intolerable . . . and then she could only scream as the climax crashed over her with the force of a tidal wave, her inner muscles squeezing and releasing his cock several times.

As the orgasmic sensation faded, Mia slumped in Korum’s arms, burying her face in the crook of his neck. She could feel him shuddering as well, could hear his hoarse groan as his penis throbbed and jerked inside her, releasing his seed in warm bursts.

Now that it was over, all she could feel was scalding embarrassment, and angry tears filled her eyes, leaking out through the corners. She didn’t want to look around, didn’t want to face the people who were sure to be avidly watching them.

More tears fell, moistening his neck. Mia wanted to disappear, to pretend this was all some horrible dream, but there was no escaping the stark sensations. His softening shaft was still buried inside her, and she could feel the cage digging into her back. And just when she thought she couldn’t bear it any longer, he murmured in her ear, “We’re not really here, darling. You know that, right?”

“What?” Mia jerked back, staring at him in shock and disbelief. She could hear the hypnotic beat of the latest dance-hop single, could feel him inside her, and he was telling her it was all happening inside her head?

His lips curled into a small smile. “Did you think it was real?”

“Let me down,” she said quietly, hot fury rushing through her. “Let me down right now.”

He actually listened to her this time and lowered her to the ground, slowly withdrawing from her. Her trembling legs refused to support her weight for a second, and he held her carefully, looking down at her with a slightly amused expression on his face. The dress fell back into place, covering her lower half again.

As soon as she could stand on her own, Mia pushed at Korum’s chest, and he took a step back, giving her some breathing room. Just to confirm what he’d told her, Mia slowly turned in a circle, staring at the dancers outside their cage.

No one was looking at them. Not a single person. The music kept blaring, the dancers kept grinding against each other, and nobody was paying them any attention.
This wasn’t real after all.
It was all happening virtually, just like at the trial. Or was it?

Turning back toward Korum, she asked evenly, “Did we just have sex, or did you simply mind-fuck me?”

Instead of replying to her question, Korum lifted his hand to his right temple and pressed on it lightly. The club dissolved around them, reality shifting and adjusting, and Mia found herself standing on the floor next to one of the bedroom walls. He was standing there too, less than a foot away from her, his shorts unfastened and his now-flaccid sex partially visible.

Blinking to clear the slight blurriness in her vision, Mia took stock of her current state. Her vagina felt swollen and a little sore, like it usually did after intercourse, and she could feel the wetness of his sperm sliding down her leg.

So the sex part had definitely been real.

Mia couldn’t decide if that made her feel better or worse about the situation. Now that the adrenaline rush was over, she found herself shaking slightly, feeling cold despite the warmth in the room.

“I need a shower,” she told him, refusing to look at him.

“Mia,” he said softly, his hand wrapping around her upper arm when she tried to walk past him, “you’re not going to tell me you didn’t like it, are you?”

“Of course I didn’t!” Tears welled up in her eyes again as she relived the sharp feelings of burning humiliation and unwilling arousal, and she tried to yank her arm away from him. A useless effort, of course; he didn’t even seem to feel her struggle.

“Liar,” Korum said, and she could hear the amusement in his voice. “I could feel exactly how much you didn’t like it when you came, your little pussy squeezing me for all its worth.”

Mia felt her cheeks turning a bright red. “I’m going into the shower right now,” she repeated, wanting nothing more than to get away.

“All right,” he said. “I will go with you.” And before she could object, he picked her up again and carried her into the bathroom, placing her on her feet next to the jacuzzi.

“I wanted to go alone,” she told him mutinously as he pulled down her dress, leaving her standing there naked with the exception of the necklace around her neck and the soft booties on her feet. She touched the necklace lightly, finding the place where it apparently locked in place, and carefully took it off, placing it on the side of the jacuzzi. She had no intention of showering with a million-year-old piece of alien jewelry around her neck.

He smiled at her, taking off his own clothes. “Why would you want that?”

“Because I don’t like you right now,” she told him bluntly. Actually, that was a huge understatement. It was more that she felt like doing something violent to him – such as slapping that smile right off his beautiful face.

“Because I gave you what you wanted but would’ve been too scared to ask for?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

“I didn’t want that,” Mia told him vehemently. “And the fact that I came has nothing to do with anything. I’m more than just the sum of my physical responses –”

“Of course you are,” Korum said, coming up to her and crouching down to remove the boots from her feet. Mia stared down at him resentfully, fighting a ridiculous urge to stroke the dark, lustrous-looking hair on his head. Fluidly rising to his feet and looking down at her with a half-smile, he added, “If you had been truly uncomfortable or scared, I would’ve stopped immediately and brought us back here. I could feel your excitement, your pleasure at doing something forbidden. That’s why you played with me in the virtual world today – because underneath that shy exterior, you secretly love the thought of being just a little bit bad . . .”

Mia didn’t have a good answer to that, so she lowered her gaze and padded toward the shower. He came in with her as well, adjusting the settings so that the water cascaded over both of them. Pouring the pleasantly scented shampoo in his hand, he applied it to her hair, his strong fingers massaging away the tension in her scalp.

After her hair was clean and soft, he turned his attention to her body, tenderly washing each part until she forgot all about her anger in the sheer bliss of his skilled caresses. And just when she thought he was done, he knelt down and brought her to another peak with his mouth, his lips and tongue soft and gentle on her sensitive flesh.

Utterly relaxed and incredibly sleepy, Mia barely felt him toweling her off and carrying her to bed. As soon as her head touched the pillow, she passed out, not even cognizant of lying in his warm embrace.

Chapter 9

The next morning, Mia woke up with the memory of their virtual sex session fresh in her mind.

She still couldn’t believe that Korum had done that to her – that he had made her believe he was fucking her in public, of all things – and she couldn’t believe she had responded like that, despite her feelings of embarrassment and humiliation. Even now, she could feel herself getting wet at the thought, and she cursed her own susceptibility to him. He seemed to know her sexual needs far better than she did, and had no hesitation about pushing her boundaries. She wanted to stay mad at him, she really did. But, if she were to be honest with herself, she had to admit that she had enjoyed the experience on some level. It had been terribly exciting, having sex in public like that – particularly since she now knew that there was no need for shame, as no one had actually seen them.