My Obsession (21 page)

Four men ran forward, surrounding them. Brent recognized two of them as the officers he and Dex had spoken to on the porch at Michelle’s house last week.

Diego started yelling for the police to help him. Saying he had been attacked and that Brent had broken his leg and rib and was trying to dislocate his shoulder.

Brent had been extremely tempted to dislocate the asshole’s shoulder, but figured he had dispensed enough pain for the day. Diego would get even more once he found himself in prison. The other two cops didn’t look familiar, but from their dress he assumed they were Feds.

When they addressed Dex, and they all started talking, he figured his assumption was correct.

He couldn’t hear what they were saying because Diego was still cursing, screaming, and outlining the horrors that Brent, Dex, and even Sandra had inflicted on him.

Finally one of the agents came forward and motioned for Brent to get off Diego and let him up.

Brent nodded and reluctantly released Diego’s arm and wrist. Then with one last full weight lean on the man’s lower back, Brent stood.

No one made any move to help Diego up, but Brent immediately made his way to Sandra, and only at the last minute did he remember she had told him to stay away from her. Instead, he opened his arms and she threw herself into his embrace.

Brent crushed her against him as the sound of a gunshot rang through the parking garage.

Sandra was being moved from one place to another, but she didn’t know how or why. She didn’t even know where she was being taken, but she hoped it was to see Brent. She had been a bitch, and almost dying had made her realize that he was right. She did love the man he was now, and the past didn’t matter for either of them.

She wasn’t sure how she got there, but when her mind brought her back to reality she was in another damn hospital bed. She hated hospitals.

What the hell was wrong with her now?

She swallowed and pain flooded her, bringing back the memory of what had happened with Diego. Well, right up until the point where she had run into Brent’s arms.

She tried to open her eyes to see if anyone was here in the room with her, but her eyelids wouldn’t cooperate.

She opened her mouth to try to speak, but only a weak, painful rasp came out.

A strong hand brushed over her forehead. “I’m here, Sandra.”

Brent. He came for her. Even after she’d lashed out at him and then run away. Her heart swelled and she wished she could speak to tell him everything she was feeling right now. Frustration burned inside her, which started the hot flood of tears.

Brent brushed away her tears with his fingers and then dabbed at them with a Kleenex. “It’s all right. Your throat is a bit bruised, but it will heal with a little time.” He pressed his lips to her forehead and held her hand. “Are you in pain? Squeeze once for yes and twice for no.”

She exhaled, cursing the pain with that one action, then squeezed Brent’s hand hard, one time.

“Hold on. I’ll be right back.”

What could have been minutes or hours later, she heard a woman’s voice along with Brent’s. Then something cold streaked down her arm and she realized she had an IV in her arm and that a nurse had just injected some meds into it.

Thankful that relief was on the way she relaxed and gave herself up to it, only wishing that Brent were still touching her.

And then he was. His strong hand caressed her cheek, and she floated off to sleep with happiness filling her chest.

Brent sat behind his desk impatiently, waiting for Sandra to arrive. She was meeting him here after she got off work and he hoped he had planned things out perfectly.

So many things had happened since Sandra had come back into his life, and now he knew he never wanted to live without her.

The Feds had Diego in custody and he had been charged with murder, along with several other felonies. He awaited a harsh sentence from a judge who had lost his daughter to rape and murder several years ago. Looked like karma was about to visit Diego in a big way. The man was lucky that when he had grabbed one of the cop’s guns out of the holster and tried to shoot at Sandra, the bullet hadn’t hit anyone. Otherwise he probably would have been ripped limb from limb by several Feds and Phoenix police, just on principle.

Sandra had slowly healed over the last week until she was able to speak without pain. Brent hadn’t seen her in a few days; he had been busy with preparations that he hoped she wouldn’t mind once she knew about them. He wasn’t sure what he would do if she rejected him. He hoped he didn’t have to find out.

When the elevator doors opened this time, Sandra was struck once again by that familiar blue gaze. The same one that had mesmerized her the first night here at Club Desire.

“Brent.” She took a few steps forward, stopping herself from running around the desk and throwing herself at him.

“Sandra.” He stood and came around the desk, pulling her into his arms and holding her tight. “How are you?”

She cleared her throat. “My voice still feels a bit raspy, but it doesn’t hurt to talk or breathe anymore.” She took a deep breath. “Brent, I’m so sorry.” She buried her face against his hard chest and closed her eyes tight against the tears she felt building. “You’re right. Those people we were ten years ago don’t exist anymore, and the fact that you didn’t tell me who you really were doesn’t matter. I know the man you are now, and that’s what counts.”

Brent led her over to the couch and sat, pulling her down onto his lap. “I’m sorry too. I should have told you. The woman you are today is all that matters, and that’s the one I fell in love with.”

Sandra gasped, trying to see if she had heard him correctly. “Brent?”

His expression was wary, but he kept her gaze. “Yes?”

“Did you just say you loved me, or are all the drugs they gave me still messing with me?”

He laughed and held her closer so he could brush his lips over hers and then deepen the kiss so it turned molten.

When Brent finally gentled the kiss and leaned back, she nearly whimpered. She wanted him so much. Hell, she loved him so much.

Brent looked down at her to capture her gaze. “Yes, Sandra, I’m in love with you. You have a way of distracting me from well-laid plans. Hold that thought.” He gently lifted her off his lap and set her on the couch. He stood and walked to his desk, taking out a box covered in blue velvet.

Her heart skipped a beat. It was a long, narrow box. She wondered what it could be.

She had to tell him before they went any further. “Brent.”

“Sandra.” Brent held up a hand. She couldn’t stop now.

“I can’t hold it in any longer. I’ve fallen in love with you, and you’re right. I do want your domination, but I also want your tenderness, your love, and I want to be able to take care of you as much as you take care of me.”

He sat beside her on the couch and she turned to face him before reaching out to trace his bottom lip with her index finger. He sucked it inside his mouth, sending a flood of heat and moisture straight to her pussy and making her squirm in her seat. It had been too long since he had been inside her and she craved it like a drug. “I don’t just want all that sexually with you, but in all ways.”

She took a breath, trying to concentrate on what she was saying with Brent sucking her finger and scattering her thoughts. “I’m not sure how exactly that will work. But that’s how I feel and what I want. I’m done hiding and running, and denying my feelings. I am who I am and I don’t care who knows it. And if you’re brave enough to love the woman I am now, then I’m definitely brave enough to love the man you are right now.”

Brent shook his head and laughed as he slid off the couch and knelt in front of her. He set the box aside and laid one finger over her lips. “Woman, sometimes you talk too much. I love your mouth, but if you’ll give me time to speak, we’ll find a much better use for that lovely mouth of yours.”

His words sent prickles of arousal marching over her, and she forced herself to wait patiently for what would come next.

Brent picked up the box and placed it in her hands, but kept his hand on top so she couldn’t open it yet.

“Sandra Barry, I know you have a troubled past. I do too.” He blew out a slow breath. “But like I said, none of that matters. I have fallen madly in love with you and can’t imagine my life without you.”

He lifted the lid of the box and Sandra gasped again.

A silver collar studded with sparkling blue sapphires was inside, reminding her of the nipple chain he had given her during their last scene. Nestled next to it was a stunning silver ring with a huge marquis-cut diamond on top, and the sides were studded with smaller diamonds and more blue sapphires.

She looked up and met Brent’s guarded gaze. “They’re beautiful.” She waited, not quite sure what else to say. He hadn’t asked her anything. Only opened a box filled with beautiful jewelry. What did this mean?

Brent laughed and shook his head. “I never allow myself to give in to cowardice, but you tend to scatter my senses and distract me on every level.” He reached out and brushed his knuckles over her cheek in a gentle gesture that she had grown to love.

“Sandra, inside Club Desire will you wear my collar and allow me to be the only Dom to pleasure you and bring you to new heights?” He traced one finger, first over the collar and then over the ring, making her wish he were touching her. “And will you marry me and be my wife and lover?”

He seemed to hold his breath, making Sandra realize she was holding hers. Trying not to make a fool of herself, she blew out her breath and let her mouth have free rein. “Brent Weston, I will wear your collar and enjoy every second of your domination and love. And I will wear your ring, and marry you and be your wife and lover. And I would love you to be my Dom and my husband.” She gave in to the impulse and snapped the box closed so she could set it aside and throw herself into his arms.

Like she had hoped, he kissed her senseless before he pulled back and held her away from him. He picked up the box, lifted the lid, and almost reverently took out the collar and gently wrapped it around her neck. The cool metal settled against her skin, snug but not too tight, as he fastened it at the back. Then he picked up the ring and slid it onto her left ring finger before crushing her to him again.

It was another hour before they stepped off the elevator onto Basement 2 to play their first scene as a committed D/s couple.

There were murmurs and even a few gasps as they walked around the floor toward their play area.

Then they reached a play area with a large hanging bar with loops for D rings and a toy bag overflowing with blue rope.

She gasped as she glanced back at the large crowd gathering to watch their scene.

He raked his gaze down her body, pausing at the collar and then again at the ring. “Assume the submissive position and remove anything you don’t want ripped off. But leave the thong.”

Sandra smiled, hoping he had in mind what she suspected. Excitement churned through her as she stripped off her nightie and kicked off her sandals before getting down on the floor on all fours and then leaning back on her haunches, thrusting out her bare breasts for the world to see.

She scanned the gathering crowd, seeing many people she knew well, and realized that while she was totally naked except for Brent’s beautiful collar and her gorgeous new engagement ring she wasn’t embarrassed in the least. She was excited for whatever was about to happen. Anticipating her Dom pleasuring her until she was flying.

When Brent settled behind her, looping the blue rope around her torso and guiding her up onto her knees, she smiled. She raised her arms so he could wrap the rope snugly so it lifted and plumped her full breasts, giving her a push-up bra, bondage style. Just like the one she had seen the first night she had been here.

When he was done, he offered her his hand to help her stand and guided her over until she was under the hanging bar.

“Lift your arms and grab the bar.”

When she complied, he bound her wrists to the bar’s D rings. Then he moved to the side of the set and turned the pulley to raise the bar until she had to balance on the balls of her feet.

She felt exposed, stripped bare, and excited beyond belief.

Brent moved back into her line of sight and walked forward with the familiar blue blindfold, covering her eyes and heightening her arousal as he began to tease and touch her until she was burning with need. Then he rolled her nipples between his large fingers, building the tightening vortex deep inside her belly. When tight pressure settled around her nipples and stayed, she realized he had attached her nipple chain. Her pussy clenched, begging to be filled.

“Sandra.”

She balanced on the balls of her feet and gripped the bar tighter. “Yes, sir.”

“I’m going to turn you around. Are you ready for whatever I give you?” His deep voice stroked her in deep, intimate places and she knew he would satisfy her physically, very soon. “Do you trust me?”

Sandra’s clit throbbed in anticipation. “Yes, sir. I trust you implicitly, sir. Please make me fly.”

He laughed and turned her so her back was facing the murmuring crowd. Her skin was still burning with arousal. She craved more sensation, but didn’t want to ask for it and earn a punishment, which might ruin the scene. She trusted Master Brent to take care of her.

When the first sting of the flogger fell, she cried out as sensations flowed over her body and edged her closer to her first orgasm. She laughed as she realized that while she used to wish for just one orgasm, now multiple orgasms within a scene with Master Brent were normal and she had come to expect them.

Another stinging lash snapped against her ass and she gasped, wishing Master Brent would fuck her. The lashes continued to fall with no discernible rhythm and in no particular place. Both sides of her ass, her thighs, and her back were going to be striped with Master Brent’s attentions and she would mourn them when they disappeared.

When the lashes suddenly stopped and Master Brent turned her again, she cried out from the sudden lack of intense sensations. She whimpered, and he nipped at her neck as he turned her.