Blood Obsession: Little girl lost

Hank Martin was very serious. The platoon leader with white hair and moustache with crystal blue eyes passed out the picture of five-year old Mariel Santos. She wen missing three hours before in the Linden Houses. All incoming officers were assigned to aid in the door to door search. 19 buildings and over 4000 residents was a lot of ground to cover. Bobbi listened to her partner. “Keep on your toes, most people will cooperate to look for a little girl but.” “But ten percent will not.” Bobbi grimly repeated her partners frequent reminder.

Four other police officers were assigned to search one of the eight story buildings with Steve and Bobbi. Outside it was freezing and a cold rain fell steadily. Inside the heat in the hallways burned hot.  The sweat pooled under her arms and across her forehead. She was assigned with her partner to search the seven and eighth floor as well as the roof top.

The roof was desolate and cold. The wind whipped and the rain burned their faces. It was also black. Holding her flash light beside her head in her right hand, she maintained a right side to wall search. Steve went to his left. The roof appeared was a hangout. Cigarette butts, beer cans, food wrappers, an occasional condom littered the ground. “Blech ” She wiped the icy rain from her eyes. The refrigerator was lying on its side. It’s white walls reflected the light. Bobbi approached it with dread. A hasp held it closed. With her leather gloved hand, she released it.  There she was still wearing her hot pink bubble coat and her white boots. In her hand was her favorite baby doll. Mariel was dead.

She wasn’t released until dawn. Statements and reports and more statements consumed the rest of her shift and more of the next. Her head pounded, her heart ached and her stomach was tied into knots. “The hasp was locked, someone put her there.” She repeated over and over to the detectives. She sat at the diner eating sickeningly  sweet chocolate chip pancakes with a few colleagues. Hunter Rollings did his best to help her shake off the sight. Her eyes only yielded pain. She tossed her money into the pot to pay the check and stood to rise. “Lemme give you a ride home?” He lived on Long Island and had a car. She regularly took the subway. She nodded.

Six am and the city was waking up. Her parents penthouse was a far cry from the desolation of that cold roof top. “Want me to walk you in? You okay?” Hunter, a four-year veteran eyed Bobbi cautiously. “No.” Tears started to fall.

Her double bed was covered by a rich cream coverlet. Pillows in beige tones sat carefully arranged lay carefully against the fabric covered headboard. A modern bedside table sat on either side. Each held a modern brass lamp covered in a beige simple shade. A modern desk and chair littered with mail sat in a corner overlooking the beauty of Manhattan. Hunter pulled the comforter back, pressing Bobbi into the layer of soft pillows. He kissed her tear-stained face. His kisses were sweet and soft. Her lips met his with a needy demand to try to forget the sight of that little angel. He pulled his tee-shirt off and straddled her. His hands reached under the edges of her cashmere sweater and lifted it and unhooked her bra pulling both in one fluid motion over her head. “You are so beautiful.” His mouth suckled her nipple, tugging it gently with his teeth. He moved and repeated it on her other. Bobbi reached for his face and pulled his head to her mouth. They kissed letting their tongues dance. Hunter smiled at her his tongue licking her lips still tasting like syrup. He pulled on her lower lip. Bobbi pressed her hips against him. His arousal pressing against her and the confines of her jeans.

Bobbi wrapped her legs around him and pulling him close rolled carrying Hunter with her. She kissed her way down his neck, to his chest where she nuzzled the dark brown hair covering his chest. Bobbi looked at him with wanton eyes. She slid off the bed yanking off her jeans and panties. Naked she stood in front of him, her lips parted her breathing deep and heavy. Hunter rolled of the bed and picked her up dropping her unceremoniously into the pillows. She giggled at her lover as he dropped his jeans to the floor. “Commando!” She continued to giggle. “That can be dangerous.” “It’s going to be for you baby.” He crawled back on the bed and took possession of her body.

Read the story about Bobbi Wallace as she discovers true love and fights obsession.

Blood Obsession by RL Dunn available on Amazon and iTunes.

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Blood Obsession: Monsters

This is a companion piece to Blood Obsession by RL Dunn available on Amazon and iTunes

The woman clung to Bobbi. Her face battered. Her husband struggled against the handcuffs. Bobbi walked her out to an awaiting ambulance. The special victims detective jumped in the ambulance with her. As Bobbi secured the doors of the ambulance she muttered “Monster” to herself. Bobbi and Steve Carlton walked the husband into the building. “That bitch got what she deserved. She’s supposed to put out.” The 75th precinct sat in the east New York section of Brooklyn The desk was busy. The desk officer, Francine Montoya was petite in stature, but her voice boomed across the lobby. “Wallace go see the Inspector.” Bobbi literally jumped out of her shoes. Steve looked at her. “Relax, you didn’t do anything.” His eyes twinkled at his rookie partner. “Hey maybe you did something good. I’ve got this piece of crap go on up.” Steve took control of their prisoner and Bobbi headed down the corridor.

Ashton Scott sat on a corner of Inspector Marty King’s desk. They were laughing as Bobbi walked in. “You needed to see me sir?” She sputtered. “Wallace, you remember Lt. Scott.” Bobbi acknowledged the tall, full chested blonde fit man. He exuded a quiet power. He reminded her of an older version of Erik. Bobbi swallowed hard. “Hi Lieu.” Bobbi stood at attention despite both bosses relaxed demeanor. “Wallace, Lt. Scott has a proposition.”

Three days later Bobbi surveyed the target in front of her. The Arizona sun beat down and burned her skin. Sweat soaked through her shirt outlining her full breasts.  Lt..Ashton Scott coached the department’s competition shooting team. She replaced one of the members who injured his arm falling off a ladder at home. Ashton was reminded by Ken George of the “flawless, sexy rookie who won a graduation award for shooting” Her ability to shoot intrigued him. The team could use a woman. He stood behind her. She smelled his cologne, a mix of ginger, pepper and pine as it surrounded her. She had trouble paying attention as his nearness suddenly aroused her. “There is a breeze from the south. You will have to adjust.” Bobbi nodded trying desperately to ignore a desire her feelings of nervousness and attraction. Ashton Scott had a brooding intensity. She was shocked at her feelings. She had not slept with anyone since Erik died except Andrew. That she regretted deeply.

Bobbi stepped to the line. Three rounds of shooting utilizing her service pistol. Standing, kneeling and seated at a target 15 yds ahead. Ashton placed his hand in the small of her back. “Good luck rookie girl” He whispered against her cheek. From him she tolerated the tease. Her skin tingled, her nerves tried to take her off balance. He stepped from the line. Coaches were not allowed. She squared her feet and waited for the command to fire. Target 32 stood in front of her. “Assume the low ready position. Fire” the command ripped down the line. Two fellow team members stood to her left and three more down the line to her right including Ken George. The bullets exploded from her weapon. The paper tore apart. She fired a perfect round. Her marks put the team into first place.

That night the team celebrated their victory. The bar was filled with cops from all over the United States. The mood was vibrant. Bobbi stood chatting with a Sheriff from North Dakota. “Where the hell did you learn to shoot like that?” Bobbi laughed swigging a sip from the beer Ken handed her. She desperately tried to ignore him and continued chatting with the Sherif.”Home, my dad. I used to target shoot with him.” “Hell honey, you are not even an instructor. You’re a baby.”  Bobbi smiled shaking her head “No sir, guess it just comes naturally.” She rejoined her team feeling a bit woozy. “I raise a toast to our little rookie.” Ken George wrapped his arms around her waist. Bobbi felt uncomfortable at his touch. She felt the room begin to spin. Ashton caught the flash of fear in her eye. “What do you say we call it a night folks. We have one more event early tomorrow. Ken looked angry at the boss and released Bobbi. Breathing a sigh of relief she headed quickly to the door to catch some fresh air to try to clear her head. Ashton took a protective stance between her Ken. “Thank you.” Bobbi whispered. “No worries.”

Ashton walked Bobbi to her door of the hotel. Her gait becoming unsteady. “I don’t feel well sir.” She leaned into him. “Safe passage.” He took the key card from her and opened the door. Bobbi ran for the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. As she knelt, Ashton handed her a wet washcloth. He also poured a cup of water. “Drink.” He had a commanding presence. She looked up into his penetrating blue eyes as she drank the cool fluid “Thank you again.” she whispered. Ashton helped her to her feet. As she stood, she lost her balance again. “Too much heat today.” He lifted her into his arms. He was angry as he feared Ken George had slipped her something. Her eyes clouded over. Gently he cradled her and carried her to the bed. He pulled down the covers and lay her down. The room spun around her. Carefully he removed her shoes and socks. Then he slipped off her jeans and covered her. Watching her as she slept he sat in the chair. He gripped his cell and dialed Ken. He seethed as he waited for him to answer .

Hours later Bobbi awoke and sat up with a start. She had no sense of time or place. “Bobbi, you are ok. Shhh.” Ashton joined her, sitting beside her on the bed. Bobbi looked confused. “I don’t remember leaving the bar.” “I think someone slipped you something.” Ashton handed her the rest of her water. “I wanted to make sure you were OK. I stayed.” His voice was soft and reassuring. Bobbi felt her heart beat rapidly. She was now clear headed but afraid. “Who would do this to me?” She shuddered. “I think it was Ken George.” His eyes flashed red. “Bobbi he is denying everything. Do you remember if he gave you anything?” Bobbi shook her head. “No, I remember the ice cream at dessert. That’s all.” She drew her knees to her chest wrapping her arms around them. “He has made my skin crawl since the first day I met him.” “Look, he will not come near you while you are here. Sgt Malone and I will make sure of it. And he will be disciplined at home. That I promise. ” Bobbi’s eyes teared. “You need to rest. C’mon lie down. Ashton pressed her shoulders into the pillows. She reached her hands around his neck. Pulling his head toward her mouth, he muttered a “we shouldn’t do this.” But he wanted her too. “No strings.” Bobbi ran her tongue over his lower lip. The sigh was guttural. “You are irresistible.” Ashton straddled her hips. She could not move beneath him. Yet she did not feel afraid. Bobbi reached up to touch him as he lifted his tee shirt over his head, His chest was broad covered with curly blonde hair. His abdomen was ripped with taut muscles. He moved his hands over her silk blouse. She arched her breasts into his strong hands. Her nipples tightened into firm buttons. Her fingers continued to explore his chest and back. With one hand he touched her face and ran his fingers through her hair. With the other hand he unbuttoned her blouse exposing her flesh colored bra. He slid his hand behind her and freed her from its confinement. Lifting her to a sitting position, he pulled both the bra and blouse free. Taking possession of her hands, Ashton seized one nipple with his teeth. Bobbi moaned and he moved to seize the other circling his tongue against her areola. Ashton shifted his weight, grinding against her. Bobbi bucked at the increasing pleasure. He slipped his finger beneath her now wet panties. His touch was sure and strong. Her body responded with heat and wet honey out of pure need. She moaned again. Letting go of her hands, he slid along her body to the edge of the bed. As he moved she raked her hands down his back. Gently he slid her panties down taking time to taste her sweetness. Standing at the foot of the bed he stared at her naked frame. Her nipples were pink and hard. Her inner thighs glistened in the low light of the room. Ashton licked his lips. He kicked off his shoes. He wore no socks. Bobbi sat up and her hands deftly freed him from the confines of pants. Naked he pressed her back into the soft pillows. His mouth again exploring hers. Her tongue scraped his teeth and she cried out as his hand slipped between her legs. Opening them for him, his finger tapped her clitoris. She closed her eyes as the touch sent her into a distant place. She rocked against him as his fingers slipped inside her, the heel of his hand massaging her. “Bobbi you are so wet.” Ashton rolled off her and slipped from the bed. Reaching for his discarded jeans he pulled a package from his wallet. He smiled at Bobbi. “Always prepared.” She giggled. Ashton breathed deeply. “You are so beautiful.” He moved to lay down across her. “We can stop.” He offered her. Bobbi quickly rolled with him, she now lay atop him. His hands cupped each full breast and her nipples hardened even more than she thought possible. This felt so good. She discarded all reason. Her hips pressed up. He was large, thick and hard against her. She looked down at him with half closed lids reveling in her pleasure. He reached up, supporting the back of her head, and rolled her back underneath him. She was pinned to the bed by his weight. She watched him slide the protective barrier over himself. He poised above her as he pressed her legs open and slid between them. He lifted her left leg, plying it with genle kisses as he placed it over his shoulder. As he repeated it with her right leg, his fingers again slid inside her. She lifted her hips to meet his touch. “Please.” She wanted to feel that fullness.  He smiled at her and pressed deep inside her inch by inch. A small yelp came from her mouth. It had been so long since she desired this. Ashton looked down at her afraid to move. “Did I hurt you.” “No” and she dug her heels into to urge him on. He watched her face as he moved in and out of her. His fingers kneaded her love knot. The pleasure took over her. Bobbi closed her eyes and moved with him. The delicious sensation filled her and she came with a cry that shook her body. He waited inside her for her to recover and slowly moved again inside her. Deeply and harder he thrust. She lifted her hips and from within grasped him deeply. He could not withstand her charms any longer and  he climaxed. Bobbi held him tightly as long as she could and then he withdrew. He took her in his arms and showered her with kisses.

Bobbi slept in his arms. He held her against him watching her sleep. They both agreed this would be a first and a last night together. Letting his hand drift along her body his touch awakened her. He claimed her mouth. Bobbi sighed and wrapped her legs around him.

Blood Obsession: Erik Leighs can’t be bought

Things will never be the same again. Bobbi sat across from Bridgeport Off Duty Police Officer Erik Leighs. “I want to thank you for seeing me.” Bobbi looked down at her feet. Erik reached across the table and lifted her chin.  “Look at me when you speak. I need to see your eyes.”  His hand was warm against her flesh. She lifted her head and stared into his dark brown eyes. “I’m sorry, gosh I say that a lot to you. But I am. I never meant for you to get into trouble. I never realized well.” She inhaled deeply. “I never realized my actions were so selfish. I am used to getting my way.” Erik stared at her, making Bobbi feel uneasy yet excited at the same time. “So you never thought I would call you on your bad behavior? You were lucky I didn’t drag you over my knee for a spanking.” Bobbi’s eyes widened. Feeling sorry for her he finally laughed.

Bobbi sat quietly reading her finance assignment thinking she would rather put pins in her eyes. She heard the key in the latch and happily looked up as Erik came in the door. His face looked gaunt. “What’s wrong? Bobbi jumped to her feet. “Dead three-year old. Father beat her to death. Mother let him.” He shook his head reflecting the pain. “What can I do?” Bobbi moved closer to him. Erik met her hazel eyes with his and grabbed her kissing her passionately. “Baby make me feel alive.”

Bobbi smiled a wicked smile. She pulled her sweatshirt over her head exposing the floral silk bra that held her full breasts. She stepped out of the sweat pants to display the matching panties. Erik held his breath. Dropping to her knees, Bobbi reached for his belt. Watching Erik’s face, she slid open his belt and pulled it free. She unbuttoned the jeans and slid down the zipper. Erik kicked off his sneakers and stepped free from the jeans. Bobbi slipped her fingers around the waistband of his briefs and slipped them down his legs. He stood naked from the waist down in front of her. Bobbi ran her hands up his legs blowing her breath wet and hot against him. Erik closed his eyes as she took him into her soft mouth. Slowly she guided him deeply into the back of her throat. She massaged his buttocks as she moved back and forth against him. Erik slipped his fingers along the cups of her bra taunting her nipples with his fingers. She sighed against him, bringing him closer to ecstasy. She increased her pace causing him to run his fingers through her hair. Bobbi circled her tongue and Erik exploded. Slipping from her warm confining mouth, he pulled her to her feet. Kissing her hard, Erik picked her up and deposited her on her back on the couch.