His Obsession

Chapter Thirteen

Charlotte

I've been so excited about the week coming to an end, not that I'm even going to work in the first place. I haven't even moved out of bed; I'm just lying here staring at the handsome Greek god in our bed.

Damian decided to stay at home with me today. He said he had some fun stuff in store for us. Well, I can’t wait. I hope I won’t get tired and make this outing in vain. I somehow miss how he made me feel the last time we got intimate. Maybe I should prepare a little surprise for him. I hope he will like it.

"Mmm… I wonder who or what got you smiling like that." I got out of my trance to see Damian staring at me.

"You." I covered my face. I’m sure my cheeks are so bright right now.

"I don’t think you should hide that pretty face, do you?" I removed my hands from my face, staring into his eyes. "That’s more like it."

"I’m leaving you here," I said, running to the bathroom. After calming my racing heart, I turned on the faucet. Damian joined me a few minutes later.

"You shouldn’t run away from me," he groaned, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

“I can’t stand the intense emotions I’m experiencing, so I have to run away," I said, putting my toothbrush away.

"Are they good emotions, or do they make you feel uncomfortable?"

"They don’t really make me feel uncomfortable; I sometimes get overwhelmed and really scared. It's all in my head, and I’ll soon fall back to reality." I whispered the last part to myself; I don’t know if he heard me. The only sound heard was from Damian brushing his teeth, so I decided to take a shower. I quickly finished off and headed to get dressed.

I mindlessly moved around, putting on my clothes and zoning out of my surroundings. I was pulled abruptly, and I bumped into hard flesh. His cologne filled my nostrils as I was trapped in his arms.

"Cupcake."

“Yes, daddy," I responded, looking straight at him, but trust me, there’s nothing he’s saying that I’m listening to. I zoned out, staring at his lips. The next thing I felt was his lips on mine.

His tongue traced the outline of my lips before deepening the kiss. His hands gripped my waist firmly; I’m sure there would be slight bruises left behind, but I don’t mind at all. Buttons flew everywhere as he ripped my shirt.

"How sensitive are they?" he asked, lifting me up and placing me gently on the dresser.

"More sensitive than usual and a little painful."

"I’ll be gentle," he said, tossing the bra somewhere and slowly and gently massaging my boobs.

"Oh God. That was so needed." I moaned, getting relieved and turned on at the same time.

My hand shot up into his hair as he took the hardened nub into his mouth. Pleasure coursed through my body as he alternated between sucking and gently massaging my boobs.

"Oh my... daddy," the pleasure was getting intense. I screamed his name as I held his head to my chest, the pleasure overriding the pain as the orgasm hit me hard.

He came up to kiss me after I came out of my ecstasy. I slid down onto my knees as I undid his belt. Tugging his trousers down, I wasted no time in taking his hardened member into my mouth. I licked the head as he moved back and forth, hands in my hair as he increased the pace. I felt him twitch before he pulled out and shot his load all over my chest. He got down to my level and kissed me like his life depended on it.

"Damn, cupcake. That was f*****g hot," he said after the kiss, carrying me to the bathroom.

We left the house after cleaning up and getting dressed. I matched Damian today. I really like how black suits him so well. My outfit consisted of a cropped top, baggy jeans, a leather jacket, and a pair of sneakers, all in black. I smiled as I remembered how his face lit up when he saw me and the way he kissed me after he said I looked beautiful.

I couldn’t help but get all shy and nervous as people stared at us while we walked down the streets. And the fact that Damian had guards walking with us made matters worse.

"Daddy, everyone is staring," I whispered.

"We make a perfect couple, don’t we?" He looked down at me and smiled. I was flattered as I returned his smile with one of mine.

"Yes, we do, and I’m so happy to be yours."

"I’m more than glad, cupcake."

"I won’t be surprised if we become a headline in the tabloid," I said.

He laughed, saying, "They should have done that a long time ago. It’s taking them long." I laughed.

We went to the shooting range. Well, I didn’t know our outing was going to be a training session. Damian took me through the process of assembling a gun, how to aim and fire, and more.

"Did you enjoy your day?"

"I did, Daddy." Thank you." I said this as we walked out hand in hand. "I feel like I’m being trained to become an undercover agent," I continued, earning a chuckle from Damian.

"Undercover agent doesn’t sound bad, but I don’t want my cupcake to be one. I need my little princess at home under my safety." I smiled. It feels nice to be given royal treatment and all the care in the world.

"You make me feel so special," I whispered, hoping he didn’t hear me.

"And you make my world complete," he whispered back, making me blush.

Fred and May went out earlier; they needed a little alone time, just like Damian and I. We'll be meeting them at the park for a picnic, then we'll head back home together.

"It feels like forever since we’ve been with Fred and May," I said.

"Fred has been up my ass since yesterday," Damian said, earning a chuckle from me. "When do you plan on telling me your imaginations about me?" he continued as we headed towards the park.

"Probably when I’m drunk. Sober me will never be able to face you after just saying a few words," I said, blushing.

“I'd much rather have sober you telling me how to make you feel good. I need you to remember everything I’ll be doing to you. And trust me, if you won’t tell me, I’ll find out.

"How?"

"Don’t worry, cupcake. I have my ways."

"Okay, I’ll tell you, but not now. Can you wait for a couple of days, please?”

"Sure, I can," he said, bringing my hand up for a kiss.

We got to the park a few minutes later, just in time to see Fred and May, along with Sebastian and his wife, Isabella, arrive at the suggested place. We helped them set up the place since we were a large family, including their men. Sebastian and Isabella dropped the kids off at their cousins', and they'd pick them up after our get-together.

"It’s so nice to finally meet you, Charlotte," Isabella said, giving me a peck on both cheeks as she hugged me.

"It’s nice to finally meet you too," I smiled.

We sat down, having a little chitchat here and there. I noticed how the men related well to Damian, Sebastian, and Frederick. I’m sure you’ll assume they’re all related by blood because of the boss-employee relationship between them.

Damian

“This was what I needed after a long week,” Frederick said as he walked hand in hand with May. I carried Charlotte, trailing behind them. I was not listening to whatever Fred was saying.

I left them to go pick their movements, since I have a sleeping beauty to admire. I gently placed her in bed. I left to take a shower. I climbed back into bed after getting dressed. I stared at her as she slept, her chest rising and falling following the rhythm of her breathing. I pushed the locks of hair covering her face. I don’t know how long I zoned out staring at her, but I noticed she started sweating and getting restless. Do I wake her up now, or do I wait a little longer? I don’t know if it’s a nightmare or a panic attack. I slightly rubbed my hands on her shoulders. I heard her mutter, “Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered, caressing her softly. She held me tight, putting her face in my chest. I held her tight, rubbing my hand in circles on her back. I felt tears tickle down my chest. “Shh...I’m right here, Cupcake.” I felt her calm down, her grip loosening a bit, falling back to a peaceful slumber. I still held her closer, making sure she was out of the nightmare and she was okay.

Maurice

I can’t believe it’s hard to get in touch with Charlotte. Security at his mansion was insanely tight. And she’s never alone. The fact that she works with him at his company doesn’t make my task easy. I don’t even know how she escaped. I was supposed to own her forever after she graduated. I didn’t want a dumb b***h with me. Well, I need to find a way to get her back. I never got over her body, the curves, and her long, wavy hair. I couldn’t get over how I had her hair wrapped around my hand while I f****d her and had her as mine. She dare not change her appearance; I already have the perfect body she’ll have after I get her back, with no one standing in my way. I need to find a loophole, someone, or something that can help me get my Charlotte back.