Dirty Obsession (The Ravenhead Corporation Book One) Read online

  I stared at the information a bit dumbfounded. Her name was Cassandra Hayes and she lived in the city. She wasn’t lying to me, she was five-foot-four and twenty-eight, she’d only lived in New York for a few years. There was a police file attached to her name, she’d a restriction order on some Jacob Fielding. I’d find out more on that later, the one thing that caught my attention and shook me up was where she was currently working. Of all places, my dirty fantasy was working for Ravenhead Corporation. Right there, right in front of my face, was her title. She was Ravenhead’s Junior Accounting Manager. She’d been just two floors down from me this entire time. My heart jumped in excitement, I needed to meet her, to see her.

  Fuck. Me!

  I jumped out of my seat and ran to the door, stopping short right before I made a mistake.

  What if she recognized me?

  Would she leave? Disappear on me.

  I couldn’t risk her quitting or leaving me. No. There were other ways I could go about this. I needed to lure her in, make her beg, make her stay...with me. I dragged my hand through my hair and sat there, staring at those pretty brown eyes.

  “Cassandra Hayes,” I whispered. “My pretty girl.”

  I pulled up the police record and went through it. She’d Graduated from the University of Iowa and had apparently left her job in an accounting firm before moving to the City. Why move so far away? I pulled up the restriction order and read it thoroughly. My blood boiled as I read her statement. She was clearly abused. She was scared. The fucker had done a number on her, to the point where she had hidden away.

  I pulled up his record and sure enough he had a number of restraining orders, the last one put him in jail for the last three years. His parole had been denied. He’d finally crossed the line, beating his wife of two years. He hit her so bad, he’d caused trauma in her head. He was in for attempted murder. I wondered if my beautiful girl knew this.

  “Fuck!” It angered me that a piece of shit like this had gone on for so many years, hurting girls, women, until he finally brutalized one to the point of nearly killing her. Fuckers like this didn’t deserve a chance at parole, they deserved to rot behind bars.

  I ran a hand through my hair, my eyes taking in her pretty face. At some point, she'd become my obsession and although she wanted out, I wasn't going to let her. I couldn’t. She'd fight me at first, of course she would, I could see why. But I was going to diminish her trepidations one by one until she was begging me to make her mine. It was wrong, what I was doing, but I didn't give a shit. I'd waited too long for this, for her, and I couldn't let my chance pass me by. I needed her more than she could possibly imagine. It was only a matter of time until I made her realize that I was just what she needed as well.

  3

  Drake

  “Fuck. Me.” I whispered as her face came up on the screen. She was fucking gorgeous. Soft brown waves framed her pretty face. She looked so fucking innocent for her age. My mind went right to these dirty scenarios, thoughts that meant to defile, to own her.

  “Oh my God!” she covered her mouth and two big brown almond shaped eyes stared back at me.

  “Hi,” I stared back at her, not flinching an inch.

  She dragged her fingers away from her mouth and licked two perfect, heart-shaped pink lips. My cock stirred in my briefs and I swore tonight, she was finally going to get a glimpse of what I had to offer her.

  “God, your handsome!” she breathed, her pretty lips parting for me.

  “You’re fucking beautiful, baby girl. Why the fuck are you on the other side of that screen, and not here with me?”

  She giggled, she fucking giggled, it was such a soft seducing sound that I immediately became putty in her hands.

  “You’re so hot, Daddy.”

  “Fuck, hearing that coming from your lips, baby girl. That’s so fucking hot to me. You’re so precious.”

  She bit her lip and smiled at me. “So what do we do now?”

  My eyes glazed over and I stared back at her hard. I wanted to ease her in, but I was starting to lose my control.

  “What do you think I want to do to you?” My voice came out deep and rough, just how I wanted to fuck her.

  She shrugged and gingerly brushed a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “I’m not sure what to do right now. You’ll have to tell me what you want, Drake.”

  I growled under my breath. “You’re so fucking sweet. I wish was there with you.”

  She looked down at her lap and then slowly raised her eyes. “You make me so nervous.”

  “There’s nothing to be nervous about. I won’t hurt you.”

  “I know,” I whispered and bit down on that lush lip again.

  “Show me.”

  Her big eyes stared back at me and for a second I thought she'd back out, but instead, she stood up and took a few steps back. My hand went straight to my stiff cock, stroking it lightly as I watched her. She was in a thin tank top that outlined the plush curves of her breasts. Two hardened peaks poked through and heated my blood. I gripped my cock tighter as my eyes traveled to her silky underwear, covering what was mine. She stood there awkwardly for a moment, and then very slowly she started to raise the tank top up.

  “Yes,” I whispered, holding my breath as her fingers slowly lifted the material, exposing soft alabaster skin. She was curvy alright, in all the right places. The slight swell of her tummy exposed was fucking delicious. I wanted to sink my teeth into her soft flesh and hear her whimper for me.

  “More,” I growled and she paused, her eyes meeting mine. Something in my voice must have stirred her, making her gain confidence.

  Her hands swept up her torso and cupped her covered mounds. She was teasing me and she knew it. I wanted to see her flesh, but she kept the tank top on as she fondled those two perfectly round pillows. I growled, my hand digging into my briefs and taking out my cock for her. I leaned back to show her what she did to me.

  I heard her gasp and a dollop of my cream spilled out for her. “Take it off, baby girl. Turn around for me. I want to see you. All of you.”

  Her eyes remained glued to the lower part of my body and I smirked, stroking It for her.

  “You see something you like, baby girl?”

  “Uh-huh,” she breathed and her fingertips started to glide across the seam of her silky panties.

  “Do it,” I ordered her and she bit down on her lip, not taking her eyes off me as her fingers disappeared beneath the silk.

  “Ohhhh, Drake,” she moaned and closed her eyes as her fingers found that sweet honey hole I wanted so badly.

  “That’s my good girl. Touch yourself for Daddy.”

  Her eyes closed, lips parted, one hand tugged on the strap of her tank top, a soft breast spilling out so she could cup it and tug on it. Her other hand doing naughty things to her slit. Things I yearned to do to her.

  “Fuck, baby girl, I can’t wait to have my hands on you.”

  “Drake,” she whispered and moaned my name as I jerked off to her sultry movements. She swayed her hips back and forth as she fucked her fingers, pulling and tweaking her hardened nipple.

  “Show me, Cassandra. Show Daddy what you’ve got hidden beneath those panties. Show me wet that pussy is for me. I want to see you.”

  She looked right at me then, a sexy challenge in her eyes, and I jerked off even harder for her. She bit her lip as she slowly slid down her panties, kicking them off with a soft laugh. She then turned around for me, and peeking over her shoulder, she bent down until her hands were perched on the mattress. Her pink pussy lips glistened in the dim light and I groaned, my cock growing in my fist, throbbing uncontrollably.

  I watched as her fingertips slid across her pretty velvety lips, caressing herself in front of my eyes. I fucking wanted to leap through the screen, grab her and fuck her. I growled, the animal in me trying to break free, needing her.

  She whimpered for me, and I leaned forward, my nose practically against the screen as her hips started to gyrate for me. Her f
ingers dipping into her hole as she fucked herself on them.

  “Yes, baby girl. That’s a good girl,” I moaned as my hips started to follow her hypnotic movements. Her fingers dipped into her juicy depths and she gave out this husky moan that drove me insane.

  “Daddy,” she whimpered as she flicked at her clit. Her right leg started to shake as her pleasure took over.

  “Yes baby, I’m right here. Daddy’s right here for you. He likes watching you, baby girl. He likes your pretty ass in the air for him. Such a dirty little girl,” I growled and she cried out.

  “Turn around Cassandra. I want to see your pretty face.”

  I groaned as she sat on the edge of the bed. She propped her legs up on the mattress, spreading them wide for me.

  “Fuck!” I cried out as my cock lurched upwards, my gut tightening at the fucking beautiful view.

  “What the fuck did you do to me, baby girl! Fuck!”

  "I want you, Drake," she whimpered as she ran those slick fingers along that sweet clit of hers. Her legs started to shake as she watched me and then the most perfect words slipped out of that pretty.

  “Cum for me Daddy. I want to see you cum for me as I fuck myself for you.”

  The tightness in my gut coiled like a spring until ropes of my semen poured out me. Rope after rope flooding my hand as I fucking shook from one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever experienced. I heard her cry out my name as my cock twitched in my hand. I quickly opened my eyes and watched as her hips lifted in the air for me, she was desperate for me, I could hear it in her voice.

  “You need to cum, baby girl. Let go for me. Cum for Daddy.”

  She threw her head back against the pillows, lifted her hips and ran her fingers rapidly over her hard little clit. She screamed as her orgasm flowed through her. Her thighs quivered and her breath caught as she writhed on that bed for me. Her beautiful curves moved in deep waves and she trembled as the sweet pleasure poured through her.

  Her eyes met mine, her cheeks flushed and her eyes hazed over in lust. “You’re like the sweetest piece of candy, baby girl.”

  She sighed and smiled. “God, you’re voice drives me crazy. I love it. I love how you demanded that I cum for you.”

  “I want more,” I growled, fisting my hands tightly. “I need more.”

  She frowned. “What do you mean?”

  “I want to meet you.”

  I meant every word and I was going to do the impossible to have her.

  “Meet me?”

  “Where do you live?”

  She crept back up to the camera, her eyes flooding with worry. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”

  I had an uncontrollable desire to have her by my side and I wasn’t going to let anything or anyone stop me from having her.

  “Either you come to me on your own free will, baby girl, or I’ll find you.”

  “You could never find me.”

  “I’ve been recording you since you got on, baby girl. Believe me, I’ll find you.”

  She covered her mouth and gasped in shock. “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you.”

  I gripped the mouse, trying to keep my control. “I want you.”

  “I don’t want this. Not like this. I can’t.”

  “Don’t.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  Her pretty eyes were staring back at me one moment, and then darkness encompassed the screen in the next.

  “Fuck!” I picked up the mouse and flung it against the wall.

  Running a hand down my face I tried to control the heat coursing through my body. I wanted to keep her. I wanted to run my hands down her body and hear her scream my name. The need was so intense it rocked me to my core.

  4

  Cassandra

  It was midnight by the time I left the bar. I wasn’t going to go out tonight, but my friend Terez had insisted that I needed to spend some time with real people and not locked up behind a screen. That’s exactly how I’d felt for the last few days. After what had happened, I locked myself up in my apartment not wanting to go out, afraid to show my face, which you could say was ridiculous. I lived in Soho, a decent area of New York City. And with the eight million people that lived here, it would be nearly impossible for him to find me.

  But lately, I’d been feeling as if someone were following me. Everywhere I went I felt eyes on me. I kept looking behind me, paranoia quickly setting in. He said he’d find me, and he said it with such determination that I had this feeling he wasn’t playing around. I couldn’t lie to myself. That was the hottest experience of my life. But when he said I was his, he’d meant every word. I should run away as fast as I can. Run away from this stranger, from this hold he has me under. But something clicked inside me then, a feeling of belonging to someone. I’d never belonged to anyone.

  My thoughts went back to the man behind the screen.

  How could he videotape me?

  How could he break my trust like that?

  There was no turning back now. He knew what I looked like. He knew my name, my age, there were ways and he didn't seem to be the type to lightly give that threat. I feared him, yet night after night his name would slip from my lips as I played with myself. Picturing him sitting there, tugging on his thick cock, only in my mind he was in my bedroom, watching me, getting me primed and ready before he took me. I couldn't help but scream his name as I pictured his cock penetrating me. My imagination was driving me into the darkest of obsessions.

  My heels clicked along the cobblestone path leading up to my apartment. I looked back over my shoulder as I rushed across the street. I had this innate feeling that I was being watched. Why did I agree to go out tonight and why the fuck didn’t I take a taxi home? No, I had to insist that I’d walk back to my place. My stubbornness was going to get me into trouble one of these days.

  The empty streets of Manhattan never bothered me before, until tonight. I was on edge. I knew I shouldn't have played these types of games with a stranger, handsome as he was. Because Drake was handsome and he was intriguing. I never thought a man like that could exist. I was expecting frumpy and old, and instead, I got dark and rugged. The man oozed sex.

  My phone suddenly rang, startling me. Looking down at the screen, the words Unknown Caller, haunted me now. I quickly ignored the call when a few seconds later it rang again.

  “Fuck,” I breathed. Somehow, I knew it was him. I don’t know how he had gotten my number and it worried me that maybe he might have also found my address. Then again, I was so fucked up in the head, in a way I wanted him to find me. My fantasies had taken a sharp turn into the dark lately. I dreamed of him grabbing me, hauling into an alleyway and taking me up against a brick wall. There were times I even pictured him sneaking into my apartment, holding me down and taking me while I slept. Making me scream and moan in pleasure, a pleasure so intense I came instantly.

  The phone rang again as I ran up the steps to the entrance of my townhome. The townhomes lined the streets, the trees swaying giving that light rustle of falling leaves as the breeze blew. I loved Autumn in New York, the trees changing colors, the cool wind that swept through you, rosy-ing your cheeks. Slipping inside, I quickly climbed the stairs up to my apartment on the second floor.

  Finally reaching my door, I kept looking over my shoulder as I unlocked it. That feeling of being chased setting all my instincts on alert. I opened the door and quickly closed it, making sure to secure and safely lock it behind me. If anyone wanted in, they’d have to work for it.

  I reached my bedroom, kicked off my shoes and fell back onto the bed. I was staring up at the ceiling when the phone rang again, making me jump. I turned my head towards it and lifted it up. Once, twice, on the third ring, I finally picked up.

  Pressing the speaker to my ear, I waited. I closed my eyes at the sound of his deep breathing.

  “Why haven’t you answered my messages?”

  I bit my lip, loving the rumble of his deep voice. It was a rough huskiness that ran to my core a
nd heated up my insides. I didn't answer him, but as I lay there my arousal became deep. I had to be a complete pervert to let my hand fall to my breasts, circling the tips lightly as he spoke.

  “Are you lying in bed, Princess? Are you home safe from your night out?”

  I gasped, my eyes shooting wide open. “You have been following me.”

  “You looked delicious tonight. I like that red on you. You should wear it when I take you out to dinner.”

  My breathing got shallow at his words and instead of fear, a thrill of excitement ran through me. He’d suddenly become more than a dirty fantasy, he was real, his voice was real, his obsession with me was palpable.

  “You need to stop doing this.”

  “You don’t tell me what I need. I give you what you need.”

  “I don’t need or want anything from you.”

  “Liar,” his breathy response filled me with yearning and slowly my fingers drifted to the hem of my skirt.

  “I bet your pussy’s wet for me right now.”

  I bit my lip and closed my eyes, confusion filling my senses. I didn't want to give into him, and I struggled with my neediness. I wasn't used to a man like him. Most of my relationships had been short and uneventful. But Drake was different. He was demanding in the most enticing way. He stroked my inner submissive with his voice, licked her to life, and then brought her right back down. I felt high on his voice. Suspended in a place where only he and I existed. He wanted me, that much was clear, and it had also become apparent that he had means to go through with his word. But that didn't mean I would make it easy for him.

  “I should go.”

  I went to hang up when his shout made me freeze. “Don’t!” His command was laced with desperation and need and it took me off guard.

  We both fell silent, his order echoing through us. My hands shook as I waited for his next words.

  “Do it.”

  “What?” I whispered.

  “Do what you were about to do, or were you playing with the hem of your dress just to tease me.”