Reclaimed Obsession

Chapter 7

There was also a small card tucked into the corner but I couldn't even get to that yet because my hands had already started doing their own thing.

The box slipped.

I fumbled, trying to catch it. But I only managed to send the whole thing crashing to the floor.

Clara looked up from where she was sitting. She took one look at my face and frowned.

"Annoying," was all I caught.

Shit shit shit.

I shoved the items back into the box with sweaty palms, and practically bolted toward my room. I slammed the door and locked it, leaning my back against the wood.

Jesus.

How did the property of Luna-Nova Enterprises get to me? Something about it bugged at me and I grabbed my phone, typed it in.

The results came back immediately and I blinked at the screen.

LN Enterprises was a tech conglomerate. They'd been in a prolonged and very public battle with Hayes Procure over a string of high-value property acquisitions.

Hayes Procure was where Clara and I worked.

Yeah, with her ‘cousin’, Daniel Hayes—Our employer.

Fuckity fuck.

My mind was a mess. That company didn't just deal in software; they were the apex predators of the tech world.

And why send this?

I could almost feel how hot it would be against my cock, how it would force me into a state of helpless, aching need to cum.

The vibration of my phone on the nightstand made me jump.

Lena: Did you open it yet? Do you like your new suit?

I scoffed, my thumb hovering over the screen.

> Me: You almost put me in trouble. Clara was right there. What the hell is wrong with you?

I sat on the edge of the bed, genuinely confused.

The Lena I knew… the one I grew up around, the one my mother bumped into at the market— what exactly had she been doing all this time?

How deep into something was she that she could afford to send a package wrapped in ribbons to my door?

Then the doorbell rang again.

I didn't move at first. Just sat there hoping Clara would get it or ignore it. But it rang a second time and I heard nothing from downstairs so I dragged myself up, shoved the box under the bed and went down.

I froze when I saw Clara was already at the door.

She looked irritated. "Are you running a damn shipping port now? He wouldn't give me the package on your behalf.”

I thanked the heavens.

It was another delivery. A matte black bag with the same LN Enterprises logo running along the side in gold. I took it without a word and the guy was already gone before I could ask anything.

“Fucking noise.” Clara muttered, pushing past me aggressively.

I let out my breath. Then I pried the bag open.

Inside was a pair of red net panties. I raised it up gingerly, wondering why this was sent when a scented musk hit me.

My eyes widened as I caught on.

This was the recent scent of Lena’s orgasm.

Damn! I shoved it back in the bag. Then I reached down to adjust my shorts and painfully hard cock.

A message came in.

Lena: I got so wet and cummed twice thinking about you.

The door bell rang again.

I yanked the door open before the guy could even finish pressing the bell. This one handed me a slim box without making eye contact and walked away fast, like he'd been briefed on what was inside.

I looked down at it.

On top of the tissue paper inside lay a single black rose and a card that read: I want you.

I stared at it longer than I should have.

Lena wanted me.

I was hot and my cock was not behaving. So I picked up my phone, and texted her directly this time.

Me: Stop. I mean it Lena. Stop sending things to my house.

Lena: We were young and wild. What happened to you?”

I picked up the black rose and twirled it between my fingers. A thorn pricked my thumb, a tiny drop of blood blooming on the skin.

Me: You’re insane.

I waited, staring at the "typing" bubbles.

Lena: Do you like the rose, or should I send a video of what I’m going to do with that plug since you’re being so fucking quiet?”

Me: You’re a fucking maniac. This is insane, Lena. Stop sending this shit.

I was lying. Even as I typed it, I was fumbling with my belt. My pants hit the floor unceremoniously. I groaned. The hot air hit my skin, making my cock twitch, swollen and angry. I was so goddamn hard it hurt. I fondled my balls mercilessly, my head rolling on the back in pleasure.

Me: I’m going to fuck you to death for this.

Lena: Yes! Send me a picture of your leaking tip pressed against the bars.

I looked at the steel cage. My hand reached for the lube. I was terrified, disgusted, and more turned on than I had ever been in my life.

Jesus, Ace.

But I want to.

Fuck this.

Me: Where are you?

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Lena was right. When we were fresh out of college, I was freaky as hell. We had so much sex we both genuinely thought my cock would fall out, but it never did.

She was the only woman who ever met me halfway… thrust for thrust… until she just disappeared for six whole months.

No call, no text, nothing.

I lost it.

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Lena: 1427 Evergreen Terrace. Top floor. The door's unlocked.

I stared at the address. My thumb hovered as every rational part of my brain screamed no.

Clara was downstairs, work was tomorrow… then we'd meet Hayes after. This was insane.

Lena was clearly unhinged. But my cock was throbbing so hard it was leaking, and the steel cage in the first box was calling my name like a siren.