Page 49 of His Obsession

“Luci, I am yours. Okay? The games are fun and all, but you are the one I want to capture me. I would happily spend the night of my birthday being ruthlessly fucked by you until you have me begging for mercy. If you don’t want to participate, okay. If you want to send him on a bogus business trip, that’s okay, too. Also, remember you are the leader, and you can impose any rule you want. If you don’t want certain people being freely captured or want to limit who can, then do it. No one gets to question you. It doesn’t make you a tyrant for doing what you have to do to ensure my safety, especially if you’re having reservations about him.”

“I know,” he says, kissing me softly. “Thank you for letting me vent.”

“You’re most welcome, Luci. I do need to go,” I say. “I will be stopping by Security Plus to run the software one last time before the launch party. The last thing I want is the software crashing with our largest client yet.”

“Okay. I will be there tomorrow afternoon. Please, call me when you get there,” he says as we stand and gather my bags.

“I will. If I get bored, I might call you on my drive. It’s only four hours, but I hate driving.”

“If I don’t answer, just call Laura and I’ll call you back as soon as I get out of my meetings,” he says. We walk downstairs and into the garage to load my stuff into the car. He wraps me in a tight hug and sighs.

“You’re going to make me cry,” I sniff.

“Oh, don’t do that,” he says as he pulls back and kisses me. “I love you, Elise. Please, be safe.”

“I love you too, Luci. I will be safe. I promise,” I smile. He opens my door, and I turn back to kiss him one last time before getting in. He opens the garage door for me and waves goodbye before I pull out.

I don’t like the feeling of driving away from him. It puts an uneasy feeling in my belly.

The road stretches out in front of me, endless and empty. I grip the steering wheel tightly, feeling the ache in my shoulders from the long drive. The clock on the dashboard says 2:45 PM. I still have at least three more hours to go. Leaving home was harder than I thought. Not the house but leaving Lucian. It's strange how quickly he's become such a big part of my life. I miss him already. I miss the way he makes me feel safe and thrilled at the same time. I miss the pride in his eyes when I say ‘Yes sir,’ tohim or go to my knees to present myself to him. I adore every moment of being not just his submissive, but his wife. I hated his very existence because it was the only thing that kept me from falling for him. The moment our eyes met; I felt the pull. I knew I was in deep shit the first time he appeared and I fought against the feelings as hard as I could. He never relented, and I am thankful every day for his persistence. I look at the empty passenger seat and imagine Lucian sitting there, his large frame filling the space. I can almost hear him teasing me about my music choice or how tightly I'm holding the wheel.

The client’s launch party is important. It's a big chance to show off the software I built and celebrate our hard work. But the idea of being away from Lucian, even for just one night, makes me sad. The miles drag on, the scenery blurring together. The only thing keeping me going is the thought of seeing him tomorrow. The excitement builds with each mile. I try to focus on the positives— seeing the client's reaction, networking, and the satisfaction of a job well done. But my mind keeps drifting back to Lucian. To the way he looks at me and makes me feel alive. A sign for a rest stop appears, and I think about taking a break. But I just want to get this drive over with. I keep going, my thoughts filled with memories of Lucian and the promise of seeing him again. The day drags on, and I get more anxious, but I push on. For the next few hours, it's just me, the open road, and the thought of Lucian waiting for me when I get back. That thought alone makes the long, grueling drive worth it.

I get to Security Plus and the CEO greets me warmly before leading me to their main server room so I can run my final check of the system. As I expected, everything is running beautifully. Once I am finished, she walks me out and I drive to the hotel. I get checked in and go up to my room to change before callingLucian. When he doesn’t answer, I leave him a voicemail telling him that I love him before going down to the hotel bar to get a bite to eat and a drink with coworkers.

“Hey,” Jake says as he approaches the bar. “When did you get in?”

“I’ve been in for a while now. I stopped in to check the program one last time, then went upstairs to change,” I explain.

“Where is Lucian?”

“Oh, he will be here tomorrow. He had some meetings to attend,” I say. “How have you been?”

“Good,” he says. “You’d know that, but your husband doesn’t want us talking.”

“Really?” I deadpan.

“I’m just teasing you, Elise,” he says with a chuckle as he lightly squeezes my shoulder. “I have some people to greet, though. Have a good rest of your evening.”

“You too, Jake,” I say.

Now that I know he has feelings for me, it feels wrong for him to be close to me. I cannot believe I invited him over to fuck. The whole situation, including Halloween, feels icky now. He’s a handsome man, but there is just something about him now that I don’t find appealing. To be fair, no one will ever compare to Lucian.

“Hey,” a man says as he sits beside me at the bar as I am scrolling through social media. I glance up at him and simply show the gorgeous wedding ring that Lucian bought me. “Where is he then?”

“Around,” I say flatly, and turn back to my phone.

“Come on now,” the man chuckles. “I saw you come in alone. You can have a little fun.”

“You don’t take hints very well, do you?” I ask. I hear someone laugh loudly behind me. I glance back to see a group of drunk girls having the time of their lives.

“Just… Go find someone who’s interested,” I say as I take a sip of my drink.

“I think you’re more interested than you are letting on. I’m a pretty great guy, ya know,” he says. He touches my upper thigh and I immediately stand with my phone and drink. “Was it something I said, baby?”

“Ew,” I say, finishing my drink and setting it on the bar before turning and walking toward a few of my coworkers.

“Hey, Elise,” April Kinsley says. “How are you?”

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