Blood Obsession: Marathon

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A half marathon in NYC is a logistical nightmare. Thousands of runners and thousands of spectators and thousands of rookie cops. 32 degrees out adds EMS and this day was going to fall apart fast. Bobbi was assigned as a rookie and a runner thanks to her boss who was always looking to show off his assets.

The crowd was happy, pumped up and so cold. A dry cold like the folks in Arizona called a dry heat. Bullshit. It was bitter.

Bobbi took a position mid pack radio and uniform displaying she was there to help. The running outfit brought lots of unwanted attention of the hit on kind. She went into her debutante mode and smiled her breathless, white smile. “Thank you for the lovely offer but I’m attached.” Her voice was sultry. She commented to an attractive stock broker running for a cause.

Bobbi waited for the gun and jogged off into the crowd. She spied fellow rookies in the heavy security as she continued the route watching and listening for any issues. Her radio continued a low sputter of falls and injuries but nothing major. She actually started to feel the burn of a good run when the sound tore through her.

A shriek enveloped her. Ice ran through her veins. This was blood curdling. Bobbi laser focused on the sound coming from an apartment on the sidelines. A window without a guard stood wide open. There hanging from the ledge was a small toddler. In the window stood a very large woman wielding a large carving knife. Bobbi cleared the channel and radioed for help. Help that if too loud, too slow, too anything would kill the baby. Bobbi pressed through the congregating crowd to further asses the building chaos. She was quickly joined by a small cadre. Officers began entering the area but the woman menacing in the window fixated on her.

“The devil is in my child. He is evil.” The woman yelled at Bobbi. Bobbi stared at her and considered her words. “What’s his name?” She called to the distraught mother. “Jedediah.” The crazed woman answered. “Ma’am that name means beloved by god.” Bobbi recalled the bit of name trivia. “He can’t be cursed by the devil.” Bobbi watched as the tow headed child looked like he was losing his fortitude. Bobbi maintained focus on the mom but spoke to the child. She glanced at the crowd and prayed help would come. And then it happened in slow motion. The little boy let go and started to fall. Slow motion the toddler fell through the cold air. Bobbi heard a scream. She quickly realized it was hers. And then a whoosh. The little boy was caught in the burly arms of two runners who stopped to see the commotion. Safe. And then the shot in the apartment. Mom charged at the arriving cops. Gone.

And there it was. Life changes in a heartbeat. It was over. One life saved. One life gone. Breath held was let go. Bobbi felt weary. Time for reports and statements on a marathon day.

Bobbi arrived home late. Her heart was heavy. She felt empty and alone. She missed Erik’s strong arms. She missed his love. She ached for the tender touch he could give her. She felt lost.

Blood Obsession: Little girl lost

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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.

Blood Obsession: New start

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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.

Blood Obsession: SVU

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Max drove. Bobbi sat in silence beside him. Holiday decorations decorated the streets. “Princess it is going to be okay I promise.” “Max, I’m still scared.”

The Manhattan Special Victims Squad was a decrepit office on the second floor of a Harlem building. Brad Dellecourt, Max’s old partner sat waiting for them. Brad smiled a taut grin at Max and extended his hand to Bobbi. He remembered her from the Emergency Room. Bobbi’s hands were clammy and cold. “Come let’s talk.” He pointed to an interview room. Grabbing an empty rolling chair for her he led her inside. “You don’t need to sit on one of those.” He pointed to a pair of hard chairs in the room. Max could not come in as he was her “outcry” the first person to hear her complete story. He had his own statement to make.

Brad closed the door. “Bobbi, I would like to record your statement if that’s all right.” Brad smiled reassuringly. She is a friend of a friend. Bobbi swallowed hard and nodded her head.

“Ok here we go.” Brad pressed the button to begin the recording.
“This Brad Dellecourt Detective Sergeant Manhattan Special Victims Unit. I am here with a 26 year old female Complainant. Please state your name for the record”
“Roberta Wallace, but please call me Bobbi.”
“Bobbi, do I have permission to record our conversation. And why are we here tonight?”
“Yes please record this. I need to report an assault.”
“Tell me what happened.”

And there it was, time for her story. “No one will believe you.” Andrew’s evil words, played like a looped recording.  Brad grabbed his pen and pad ready to let her tell her story without interruption.  Bobbi fiddled with the strap of her purse. “On October 21 at about 10:30 pm I returned home from work to my apartment.  It was pouring rain and all I wanted to do was eat something and go to bed. At the downstairs entrance,  Andrew Marcus surprised me. He was standing somewhere behind me.  He grabbed my gun off my left hip and pressed it into my side.” Brad scribbled “cop?” on his pad. “He forced me up to my third floor apartment by threatening to kill me or anyone who heard me scream. I let us in to the apartment asking him to please stop. I have known Andrew since I was five. I told him I hated him. He said I belonged to him. I would never belong to him. He was angry. He told me I was his.”

“You are doing fine Bobbi. There is no rush. Just take your time.”

“I was now scared. He told me I was his the day he made love to me on his yacht. Hell, I was 16. He was my first. She shook her head. “I tried to push him away and he struck me across my face. I tried to run down my hall and he grabbed me.  He forced me into my room and told me to take my clothes off. When I told him no he hit me in the head with the butt of my gun. I passed out.” Bobbi’s eyes filled with tears. “When I woke, I was naked face down on my bed. He was inside me. He had my hands behind my back held tightly by his hand. His right hand was holding my gun on the bed next to me. I felt raw inside. I begged him to stop. He came inside me. He pulled out. I was so nauseous. I pleaded with him. He yanked me down the bed and forced his way into my bottom.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. Brad handed her some tissues.

“Do you need a break Bobbi?” Brad’s voice was compassionate and soothing.

Shaking her head, “I’m ok. He pounded into me and held my hands over my head. He grabbed my gun and forced it into my vagina. I could feel him ripping me. I told him to stop and he asked me what was I going to do report him. He told me no one would believe me. We were lovers. He told me he would destroy Max, my family, my career and Max’s. He dropped my gun on the floor. He thrust more and came. He kissed me down my back and I relaxed enough to get my hands free. I pressed my knees into the bed and grasped his hand and as I pushed away I squeezed his thumb and yanked it down breaking it. I screamed at him to get out and he fled.

Brad pressed the recording off. “Let’s get you something to drink.” Brad stepped out into the squad room. Max was sitting at Brad’s desk. “Come sign this. It’s my statement. How is she?”

“She’s on the edge. When were you gonna tell me she’s on the job? Grab water out of my drawer and get in there. ” “Brad, let her tell you. We need to nail this sick bastard. I love her.” Brad stared at his friend. “We will Max.”

Max handed the bottle to Bobbi. He sat beside her and kissed her tear-stained cheek. “Princess I am here for you. Lean on me.” Bobbi grabbed his hands and placed her head against them. Closing her eyes, she wept.

Brad waited for Bobbi to catch her breath. She continued her statement from the hospital until her call from Andrew that evening. “Ok Bobbi I have a few more questions. Then I will write-up your statement and we will get Mr. Marcus arrested.
What do you do for a living that you carry a gun?”
“I am a New York City Police Officer assigned to the 10th precinct detective squad.”
“On the night of the assault did you drink any alcohol or take any medication?”
“No.”
“Now please sign this to release your kit from the hospital.” Brad passed her the form.”Did you have consensual vaginal or anal intercourse within 72 hours of the attack?
“No”.
“Did you clean your weapon?”
“Yes .” Bobbi looked grim.
Max swallowed hard. “Brad swabs of her gun and her bed sheet are entered in the 10th squad under a Jane Doe rape. I am sorry Princess. I wanted you to have options.” Max’s eyes asked for forgiveness.

“Max, one step ahead of me? She hugged him.

Brad finished the preliminary statement. for Bobbi to sign. In spite of her being on the job. He gently explained every step of what would happen next.

Max held her against him. The night air was freezing but Bobbi was no longer cold. Relief and love warmed her.

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Blood Obsession by RL Dunn
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Blood Obsession: Fall Breezes

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Bobbi steps into the stirrup and pops into the saddle. The chestnut stallion prances under her. A firm squeeze of her calves brings him under control. He is the latest member of her parent’s stable. Zeus stands tall, he senses the experienced rider.

Bobbi adjusts the reins and heads for the wooded trails that surround her parents property. The sun flickers through the golden tree leaves. A soft breeze blows brushing her cheeks like a gentle caress. The smell of moist dirt mixed with pine fills the air as she takes to the trail. A rock of her hips and a tap of her heel urges Zeus into a slow trot and then a gentle canter. Bobbi feels exhilarated.

Her mind flashes to her night before. Dinner with Andrew Marcus, a lawyer in her parents firm, son of a partner, childhood friend, her first lover and the man her parents want her to marry. She so misses Erik. “Why did I do that?” She urges the horse onward.

They sat at the table in the small French bistro. It was their first time seeing each other alone since Bobbi became a police officer. She wore a simple white blouse and navy pencil skirt and Steve Madden pumps. He wore a crisp Tom Ford suit. His black hair impeccably styled. He ordered off the menu in French. Their meal was accompanied by an incredibly delicious pinot noir. “It is so good to see you Roberta.” His voice smooth as silk. Bobbi sipped the wine. “Thank you Andrew. I promised my folks that I would get out more.” She smiled sweetly. “Ah a pity date.” He refilled her glass. “Andrew don’t do that. You an I have known each other since we were toddlers. I value you as a friend.” Andrew raised an eyebrow. “Roberta that is saying you like a specific brand of tires.” Bobbi rolled her eyes. They chatted amicably about her job and his, old friends and family.

“Crème Brule” the waiter served them the delectable dessert topped with fresh strawberries and a touch of whipped cream. Bobbi enjoyed the sweet treat. She felt the warmth of the wine moving through her body. “Darling, do you want to stop out for an after dinner drink?” Bobbi felt safe with him and agreed.

Andrew’s penthouse was a glass kaleidoscope. Walls of glass were illuminated by exquisite colors. A large amber leather couch dominated the living room. The walls were covered in original works of modern art. Bobbi sat comfortably on the couch. She sipped a glass of Cristal. The bubbles tickled her nose. She giggled. Andrew leered at her. He sat beside her. His hand drifted to her knee. “You look beautiful tonight.” Bobbi looked up at him. Andrew bent in to kiss her. Bobbi pushed him gently away. “Andrew, we shouldn’t. I don’t feel….” Andrew pushed her back into the cushions covering her mouth with his. The alcohol took over and she closed her eyes. Dreamily she visualized Erik. Wanting him and needing him. Andrew roughly opened her blouse. Pulling at her bra he twisted each nipple between his fingers. His hands moved greedily across her body. Hoisting up her skirt, he slipped his fingers under the lace of her panties. Bobbi responded unable to say no, the alcohol lowering her threshold. Andrew plied her until her body responded with it’s sweet wetness. Andrew tore at his trousers, and with one rapid thrust he pressed into her. Bobbi yelped at the invasion, now coming more alert. Her eyes flashed open as he thrust inside her. Tears dropped from her cheeks as he filled her. He smiled at her, mistaking her tears of regret for joy.

The tree lay across her path, Bobbi leaned into Zeus’s neck and flew over it. She pressed the graceful animal faster, unleashing her own anger at herself. She should have said no. She will never love him. But her parent’s. He’s safe. “I can’t fall in love again. I just can’t” Fresh tears coated her cheeks as she rode on.

Blood Obsession: Monsters

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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

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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.