Obsession - Part One

[bcw8]

At age twenty-four, Josie learned something about herself. 

Josie was a graduate of an Ivy, both her bachelors degree and law school.  She was a rising star associate at a prestigious New York firm.  She had flowing auburn hair and emerald green eyes;  she was single and tall and athletic and strikingly attractive.  She had it all.  She controlled her destiny.

And yet there was an aspect of her life in which she gave up all control.  She met Xavier in a nightclub, introduced by one of the firm's partners.  He was twice her age but his magnetism was immediate. He was calm, confident, self-possessed.  He didn't care if he impressed Josie and so she found herself desperate to impress him.  She threw the full force of her seductive powers on him like the surf on an island's rocky shores. 

He smiled and gave her his card. 

She texted and called him the next day and the next.  No response.  She felt a need swelling in her.  Who was he?  The next night she came to his apartment uninvited.  He opened the door and studied her in silence for an eternal minute before he stood back and allowed her in.  She asked for his bed.  He showed her his workshop instead.  That's what he called it. 

She thought logically that she should say No when he gently put the padded restraints on her wrists.  That she should be terrified when he cut her Milano silk blouse from her body; that when he bound her to the angled bench she should scream. 

But she was transfixed.   She let him do anything he wanted to her.  She gave her will over to him and in his control she climaxed as she never had before.  He was relentless and she felt the genesis of an all-encompassing desire to please him.  She left at last, in a daze and a jacket he gave her to wear as he kept her ruined blouse and her bra. 

She went to work the next day without a bra, because he had given her that order when she left.  Her blouse was a constant reminder on her nipples.  She returned that night and she begged him to tie her and fuck her again.  That night left her utterly in his thrall. During the day, she remained what the world saw:  confidently assertive, in control, a force to be reckoned with.  At night, she became his plaything. 

*****

It was six months after they bonded that he took her to a dinner club.  She dressed as he instructed her.  She did her hair and her makeup to his specifications.  He studied her as if she was a portrait and nodded approvingly.  That alone made her wet.  She gave him a slow handjob in the car and licked her fingers clean after, with the driver's eyes on her on the rear view mirror. 

Their entrees had been cleared when another couple paused at their table. Xavier rose and clasped hands with the man, an older man like himself.  A man like him in all ways, in fact.  His name was Paul, and the young woman on his arm was Maddie. She and Josie shared a glance.  Maddie was golden-haired and slender but not thin.  The contours of her body were clear, her breasts lush and hips and ass curvaceous.  In her seat, Josie arched her back slightly more.  Xavier had chosen a gown that night that flattered her chest and she instinctively displayed her breasts. She intuited that as Xavier and Paul were alike, so were she and Maddie.  It caused a flutter in her stomach, a feeling more in tune with her life outside of Xavier; it was a sense of competition. 

Maddie tightened her hand on Paul's arm. 

"You have a new one," Paul said to Xavier.  Josie felt a pulse of envy even though she had never truly thought she was his first.  Where was she now?  Xavier reached for her hand. 

"Yes," he said to Paul.  "She has great promise."

Josie felt both pleasure at his compliment and a sting that it was incomplete. 

"Does she?" said Paul.  At the interest in his voice, Josie saw Maddie's mouth tighten.  She wondered at what exactly was passing between the two men.  Whatever it was, it caused her to feel a new heat. 

"There are things I haven't yet asked of her," Xavier said.

Anything, Josie thought.  You have only to demand it of me.  She glanced at Maddie again and was surprised at what she saw in the other woman's blue eyes.  She thought it was the same pull she felt herself, a dangerous desire.

"Perhaps you should," said Paul.  "Maddie would enjoy her, I think."  With that, they left.  Maddie looked back, once. 

*****

Later, with her wrists bound behind her and her breasts still stinging, Josie asked with her eyes lowered.  "What did Paul mean, Xavier?  About Maddie and me?"

Xavier guided her head to lick him clean of her juices, to scavenge the last drops of his cum. 

"What do you think?" he answered her.  "First, I will tell you this much. Paul and I have known each other for years.  We are not enemies, but we are not friends, either.  Like many men who own things, we sometimes wonder, whose possessions are better."  He touched her face.  "Men who own wealth can simply compare bank balances.  Men who own cars, or horses, can race them. Men who possess beautiful young women, like you, like Maddie...that is more complex."

Josie felt a stab of envy when he called Maddie beautiful. 

"When he said she would enjoy me, did he mean she would like to fuck me?"

"Did you feel that was the case when you looked at her?"

Josie shook her head. 

Xavier slipped his thumb into her mouth. She sucked it slowly. 

Men can race cars, or horses.  Or dogs.

"Paul and I have found in the past that young women, like you and Maddie, when they submit to us, they sometimes retain a degree of assertiveness towards each other.  A desire to please her Master by proving she is the better pet."

"I am better than her," Josie said.  She dared to look him in the face as she said this.  He reached between her thighs with his other hand and his fingers penetrated her. 

"What if," he said, "Maddie is saying the same thing to him, right now?  That she is better than you?"

Or, their dogs can fight.

"Please," Josie gasped as his fingers brushed her g-spot.  She somehow knew this was the answer, the solution to the riddle of Paul's words.  "Let me prove it. Let me fight her."  His fingers pressed hard into her spot and her body bucked involuntarily. 

"It is not a game, Josie," Xavier said, when her spasm passed.  She nodded, breathing hard.  His fingers moved in her and she moaned. 

"Maddie is a vicious little bitch," he said, not with judgment or antagonistically. 

Like saying Paul's horse is fast. Almost admiringly.

Josie felt a surge of acid hate for the blonde woman that she had met so briefly.  She twisted her body to take Xavier's softening cock into her mouth, suddenly desperate for him to be hard again, to please him.  He pressed his fingers into her spot again and she felt her pussy clench. 

"Please," she moaned.  He gripped her hair and his fingers effortlessly made her climax before he rewarded her mouth with more than she could swallow.  As he liked it, she allowed it to drip over her chin and down her throat to a thin sheen on her breasts. 

"Very good," he murmured.

"Please," Josie whispered for the third time.  "Let me show you."  Why did he hesitate?  It burned in her.  Xavier unfastened her bonds and turned away. 

"It's time for you to go," was all he said. 

*****

It was not hard for Josie to find Maddie.  She followed her at a distance at first, skipping work to watch her.  She sat in her car when Maddie visited Paul.  She bit her lip and toyed with her clit she watched him press Maddie's tits to the picture window, casually inviting voyeurism, as he held her collar and fucked her from behind.  She jerked with her own sudden orgasm when Maddie squirted on the glass.  She thought, as Paul used the collar to guide Maddie down, her breasts dragging on the glass, until her mouth lapped at her own cum, that Maddie's eye found hers, watching them. 

*****

It became Josie's obsession. 

She bought herself a black cat-mask and wore it as she crawled naked on all fours about Xavier's apartment.  She bought black opera gloves with cat-claws at the fingertips.  She purred as she sought to access his ego.

Paul thinks his Pet is better.  Let me show him that you own the best.

*****

Josie was at work when Maddie visited her.  She found an unoccupied conference room for them, small and windowless.  Both were dressed in the corporate uniform of attractive young women, stiletto heels, dark skirts skin tight, white blouses with top buttons open just enough to hint. 

"I think we want the same thing," Maddie said.  "Yes?  Have you fought for him before, for your Master?"

Josie shook her head.  She felt her body tense even tighter. Her nipples thickened. 

Maddie moved closer to her.  "It's the hottest thing ever," she whispered.  "They watch.  Of course they watch.  And the two pets, we both want their approval so badly."  She reached for Josie's blouse and opened another button so that the edges of the lace cups of her bra were uncovered, so that her cradled cleavage was framed.  She opened her own blouse too. 

"I've fought for Paul.  Three times.  I won each time. I beat Xavier's girl, the one before you.  I fucking ruined her."

She smirked at what she saw in Josie's face.  She reached for Josie's throat and squeezed.  Josie did the same to her.  They stood there, trembling, lips parted.  Voices outside the room after a long moment broke the spell.  Maddie turned and left. 

*****

In the ladies room, Josie tilted her chin and looked at the red blotches on her throat, the finger marks, then locked herself in a stall to masturbate, furiously and silently.

*****

"Paul and I have reached an agreement," Xavier said that night.  Josie arched.  The clamps on her nipples tugged.  "I shared with him a photo of you in your mask and gloves."

"Did he show it to Her?" she asked. 

"He did."

"Your agreement - " Josie gasped as he gently pulled the chain that led to the clamps.  "Your agreement is ... for us to fight?"

He kept the pressure steady on her nipples as he looked at her.   

"Please say Yes," she whispered.  Her hips quivered as the Sybian hummed. 

"Yes," he said, and he pulled her from the machine and he took its place.

*****

To be continued...

[tommyfighter]

It's gonna be a Josie-Maddie war!

[CuriousCombat]

Damn that was a very hot read! Well done. Looking forward to the continuation.

[AngelaCat]

Oh my...one of the hottest, sexiest things I've read here so far. What I would give to be in Josie's or Maddie's place...Mmmmmmm...can't wait to read the next exciting chapter! Your writing style is exactly what excites me deeply. Superb!

[AngelaCat]