Blood Obsession: New start

Bobbi let the water from the shower caress her body. Her stomach was in knots. Her first shift in Queens Special Victim’s unit was dawning with the sunrise. She hoped the stream would awaken her as she slept fitfully. Max stepped behind her into the spray. He poured shampoo into his palms and rubbed them together. He ran his soapy hands through her hair. He massaged her scalp with small rhythmic circles. Bobbi closed her eyes and absorbed his strength. He turned her into the spray taking her mouth with his as the soap slid down her body. His lips followed the soap trail. He let his tongue circle her belly. She moaned at the sensation deep in her belly. Max looked into her eyes as he lifted her into his arms. His arousal slipped between her soap slicked thighs. Her legs wrapped around him as he pressed her back into the shower wall. His thrusts matched her delighted cries. She leaned into his shoulder exploding around him. Max smiled, letting her feet regain contact with the floor. Still with no words, he soaped the bath sponge and washed her body.

The ride to Queens from their Garden City home was easy. Traffic was light at this hour in the morning. The sky was a brilliant blue. The humidity was low on this late August morning. She felt a tiny pang of regret leaving the security of the 10th squad and Max’s reassuring presence. But it was time to start again. Time to stand on her own two feet.

Bobbi flipped her sunglasses onto her head and emptied the building. Soon she walked into the small squad room. A man about 45 years old with short cropped brown and grey hair was engrossed in a phone call. “Where is she? Yes. No. Keep her there. Make sure uniform doesn’t leave her side. And keep her off the phone.” He looked up to see Bobbi waiting. His green eyes sparkled as her smiled. “Can I help you?” “I hope so, I am looking for Kurt Walden.” “Well you’ve found him. Can I help you?” He asked for the second time. “I’m Bobbi Wallace, your transfer from the one-o” He stood. “Welcome aboard. Don’t put your stuff down. We have a college girl at the hospital.”

The emergency room was relatively peaceful at 6:30 in the morning. Kurt and Bobbi were quickly directed to the treatment area “Her name is Emily Waverly.18 year old Freshman at the College.” where a uniformed patrol officer sat with a young blonde girl. Her eyes were glassy and she held the blanket tightly around her. “I’m Detective Walden and this is Detective Wallace. We are here from the Special Victims Unit. Emily, could you tell us what happened?” Bobbi pulled out a memo pad and  prepared to write.” Emily was very evasive with the exception of saying she was raped.” Kurt gently questioned. He reminded her of Brad Dellecourt. Bobbi listened attentively for what Emily was not saying. She had no doubt Emily was raped but she knew Emily was lying about the remaining details. Emily claimed she was attacked from behind on the way home from a new student welcome party. Emily gave enough for the rape exam.

Bobbi waited for the door to close. “Kurt, she’s lying. She does not have an abrasion on her palms and her shoe’s are not scuffed. If she was attacked the way she said, she would have both.” Kurt eyed his new partner. “Well what do you think happened?” “I need to ask a couple of questions.”

Bobbi and Kurt reentered the room. “Emily do you have a boyfriend?” She nodded. “Would you like Detective Walden and I to call him?” She shook her head no. Her eyes were wild. “Emily, I want to tell you a short story. Two years ago, I made a decision my boyfriend did not like. Saying he loved me and knew what was best for me, he raped me.” Bobbi took her hand. “Do you want to change your story?”

After Emily’s revised statement, “Detective may I speak you for a moment?” Kurt’s tone was authoritative. Outside the exam room, “Detective,I do not know what you did in your other assignment, but here we don’t lie to get a statement, no matter how you think the victim is lying.” Bobbi swallowed hard. “Kurt, I don’t lie.

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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.

 

Blood Obsession: Day at the range

The sun beat down on them. Its orange ball breathed fire. Bobbi stood with her cadet class listening to Sargent Curtis Montgomery from the firearms and tactics section speak about gun safety. This was the first live shoot at the Rodman’s Neck range. Bobbi stared at the basic circular paper target. They would be asked to hit center mass at the target. The statistics were appalling as most police officers could not hit the side of a barn in a crisis situation. “Concentration and focus.” Montgomery prattled on. Her group took position at the firing point. The instructors paced behind them. Goggles and ear protection on. Bobbi noticed Ken Wells two positions to her left. His hands were shaking. She shook her head. “Poor guy.” She thought as she gazed at another female cadet. Brittany Wilton.  Bottle blonde with a brain like a box of rocks. She thought her way through the academy was to shake and shimmy. “No wonder these guys think women cannot cut it.” Suddenly she felt warm breath against her neck, “Ready Wallace?” Ken George stood behind her. Gorgeous to look at. Ken stood like an Adonis. His ego matched his swagger. She was now the boar he was hunting. He towered above her and closed into her personal space. “It’s just your first time. Do not worry if you don’t do well. We can arrange for some extra practice if you need to.” “Thank you sir.” Bobbi bristled and stemmed the eye roll and the desire to kick him in the balls.

She checked her weapon. The Glock 19 9mm with 15 rounds was comfortable in her hand. This was not the first time she shot a pistol. “Eye wear on, Ear protection in, All Clear, Ready, Fire.” Montgomery commanded. Bobbi raised the pistol and fired. She sighted the first bullet as it pierced the target dead center.  Stifling the smile, she fired the remaining bullets in a perfect circle at the 2 inch radius. Upon completion, she placed the weapon down. “You are full of surprises Wallace.” Ken George sneered into her hair. Bobbi raised an eyebrow. “Yes sir.”

The long day complete Bobbi returned to her parent’s penthouse. She dropped her pack and collapsed onto the stunning black couch plopping her feet on the glass coffee table. She starred exhaustedly at the city skyline. “This would kill them.” Her eyes closed as she fell into a deep sleep.

Blood Obsession

The offshore breeze blew softly. The sails of the boat rippled gently in the wind. Bobbi lay dozing on the deck. Her eyes dampened by tears of her last memories of Erik. She loved him and tomorrow would keep her solemn    promise. The police academy beckoned her to begin a new life. Today she remembered his touch. His caress made her quake with desire. They made love that last morning together. His naked body glistened with sweat from their passion. She watched him leave their apartment never to feel his breath against her again.