Part 1 (1/2)
HIS OBSESSION.
The Owners.
Sam Crescent.
DEDICATION.
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Chapter One.
Stephen Knox stared at his friend Cadeon Ashwood where he sat across the room with his woman, Violet, who sat in his lap. It had been three months since some sick f.u.c.k had tried to take Violet and use her as a s.e.x slave in his prost.i.tution business. Fortunately, with the help of other members at the exclusive club, Violet had been saved.
Stephen took another long drink of his whiskey over ice, wondering what the draw was to his own club. Many men joined this club because of the possessive way they felt towards women. The consuming need inside them to mark their women as their own dominated any other need. Some of the men referred to themselves as ”The Owners”. Stephen chuckled behind his gla.s.s. There were times he wondered why he didn't close the club down. Watching the men with their women made him aware of how little he actually had in life. Being a wealthy businessman no longer made the grade for him. He lifted his empty gla.s.s to the woman working behind the bar. She nodded her head, filled another gla.s.s, and then took him the refill. Stephen took the gla.s.s, turning his gaze to the woman on stage. Her voice was pleasant to listen to, but she would never make it as a singer.
Cadeon joined him while Violet disappeared out of the room.
”You're looking grumpy,” Cadeon said.
”And I don't recognise you without your woman in your lap.” Stephen drained the whiskey and raised his gla.s.s for more.
”You're drinking too much.”
Stephen shot him a look, one of his don't-f.u.c.king-mess-with-me looks. ”I'm older than you. Don't start with me. You're sounding like a nagging wife.”
”You're five years older than I, Stephen. There is nothing you can say to me to shut me up.”
”I'll take away your members.h.i.+p and ban you from this club and get a word against you in Ravage.” He'd do it. His reputation for being a hard-a.s.s hadn't been earned out of thin air.
Cadeon did not get a chance to comment as Tate and Kevin took their seats around his table. The two men looked utterly depressed.
”What's wrong with you two?” Stephen asked. He couldn't believe they were invading his s.p.a.ce. Couldn't he have two moments of peace and quiet?
Each man glared at him before they signalled to the woman behind the bar for another drink. Sean joined them last, looking p.i.s.sed off.
Stephen ignored him and went back to his drink, which the woman handed straight to him.
”Do you have any idea what it's like trying to date the woman you love inside a house? Rebecca refuses to even try to leave her home,” Tate said.Stephen ignored him and went back to his quiet drink. He began thinking about the young woman he'd just hired to clean his house and cook his meals. Ursula Mills was a charming twenty-two-year-old college woman with an att.i.tude, who did nothing but talk when she was in his company. She talked non-stop about anything, her courses that she was studying in college or a book she'd finished. There really was no stopping her.
She had the most beautiful deep brown hair he'd ever seen. Her hair looked similar to the shade of mahogany wood. When he'd told her his thoughts about the colour of her hair, she'd given him a death stare.
”My hair is not made out of wood,” she'd said with that stern, authoritative tone. He chuckled, thinking about the way she had placed her hand on her generous hip while she had glared at him. It had been years since a woman had had the courage to glare at him. If she'd been his woman, he would have taken her over his knee and spanked that full a.s.s days ago.
”Someone looks like he's in a nice place,” Cadeon said, pulling him out of his musings. ”What are you thinking about?”
”Nothing.”
”You don't look like the type of man to be chuckling about nothing.”
Stephen glared at Cadeon and refused to comment. The singing stopped, and he watched the woman leave the table. He couldn't recall her name as he employed so many people to work at Club Possession. He drained his gla.s.s and stood. His ride would be waiting outside for him. Usually he stayed to the last client left, but tonight he wanted to get home. Ursula had promised to cook his dinner for eight o'clock.
”See you tomorrow, gentlemen.” Stephen shook their hands then turned around and left.
He went back to his office where Lucas Sanchez stood waiting for him. He'd met the guy a few months back when Sean had introduced him. The guy wanted to join the club, but he didn't have the income to match the rules. Stephen had liked the guy on the first meeting but knew he couldn't break the rules to allow him access. However, giving him a job as an a.s.sistant manager meant Lucas could work and get all the perks for being Stephen's right-hand man. There was some bad blood between Sean and Lucas. Stephen hadn't asked. He didn't want to get between them.
”What's the matter, Lucas?” he asked, grabbing his coat from his chair.
”Another ten requests for members to join, along with a further pet.i.tion for you to build a playroom downstairs instead of having the self-defence room.” Lucas handed him the files. Stephen glared down at the pet.i.tion. There were over fifty names on the form.
”f.u.c.king playroom. That's what Ravage is f.u.c.king for.” He threw the file on his desk. There was a reason he didn't have dominance playrooms. It was an agreement that his father and the previous owner of the BDSM club had arranged. If couples played in their private room then fine, but to have a public room was against that written agreement. ”I'm sick and tired of men thinking they can run my own club.”
Lucas didn't say a word. He rarely did.
”I'll talk to James to try to get him to allow more people to join his club.”
”I doubt he will. James won't allow just anyone to join. They have to go through many tests,” Lucas said.
”Are you a member?”
”Yes. I'm a Master at the club. Money is not a requirement for him. You have to have the skills to punish and care for a submissive. I have those skills.”
Stephen could only imagine. He was a member of Ravage, but he preferred to play with a woman in private. ”I'll deal with this tomorrow. Keep an eye on everything, and make sure nothing gets out of hand. I'll see you tomorrow.”
He left out of the back door where his allocated driver was waiting. Sitting in the back, he relaxed. No conversation pa.s.sed between the driver and him. He welcomed the quiet more than conversation. Thirty minutes later his driver pulled up outside his gate and pressed the code before driving down the long road to get to the front of his house. This was the house that had been pa.s.sed down to the first-born son of the next generation. If he didn't get a son soon he wouldn't have an heir to pa.s.s down the club and the Knox family legacy. He dismissed the driver and walked inside. The moment he walked inside his house the scent of garlic and basil a.s.sailed his nose. His mouth watered, and he moved in the direction of the kitchen.
”Ouch. Motherf.u.c.ker.” He heard Ursula curse, followed by a hiss. Stephen smiled, opened the door, and leaned against the wall watching her.
She was draining some pasta, licking her thumb as she watched the water drain away. Ursula had pulled her hair back in a ponytail while she cooked. She wore a simple red s.h.i.+rt and a pair of jeans. Her full, luscious body was outlined for him to gaze at. Most women were completely obsessed with their weight and the need to be a size zero. Ursula was all curves and nothing bony about her. Her t.i.ts were large, and she had a small waist spilling out to full hips. She turned around, showing him her a.s.s. He wondered how she would fill his hand. Then he imagined her above him, riding his c.o.c.k as he cupped her a.s.s in his hands.
f.u.c.king pervert. She's younger than you. You shouldn't be thinking about her like that.
Stephen pulled away from the wall with the intent of letting her know he was home.
”Evening, Stephen. You know instead of watching you could pick up that spoon and begin stirring,” she said.
Stephen smiled. He would love to spank her a.s.s.
Ursula smacked her employer with a spoon before grabbing the pasta and pouring it into the tomato sauce. Some of the juice splattered Stephen's crisp white s.h.i.+rt. He glared at her. She smiled sweetly at him. From the look on his face, she imagined he'd never gotten food stains on his s.h.i.+rt. His stomach was hard and flat, with no presence of a beer belly.
Not like there is on Paul.