An Obsession for Jake.

An Obsession for Jake by Isabella Rose

Copyright © 2014 Isabella Rose

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENT – TO MY WONDERFUL FAMILY WITHOUT WHOSE SUPPORT I COULD NOT FIND THE TIME TO WRITE INTRIGUING ADVENTURE –LOVE AND ROMANCE.

An Obsession for Jake. By Isabella Rose

Chapter One.

‘The trouble with male dancers is that not everything stops moving when the music ends,’ Kayla whispered to her giggling cousin, Holly. It was Kayla’s twenty first birthday party, held in the local village hall.

Fireman Flynn with his yellow shiny helmet was proving a big hit in more ways than one; even more so than the rugged cowboy on her recent hen night.

Jake had performed rope tricks and literally wound Kayla up in his lasso and reeled her in to give her a passionate kiss. He’d made domination fun. Kayla remembered Jake titillating their senses by showing them an illustrated book called the Karma Sutra. Some of the sexual positions were eye opening. Seemingly anatomically impossible. And would definitely make your eyes water.

That thrilling encounter with Jake had given her naughty ideas for tonight. Although, Kayla wasn’t sure if she could pluck up the nerve to go through with her crazy plan.

It wasn’t that Kayla led a rackety life, but her friends were trying to cheer her up after a recent real life fiasco had sapped all her confidence. And had definitely reinforced Kayla’s deep rooted belief that no man could ever be trusted.

One invite to a saucy themed night had led to another. She’d thrown herself back into a hectic existence faster than a boomerang twangs back home. Getting involved with frenetic fantasies prevented her mind running in worrying circles.

Flynn strutted his stuff and was full of sexy innuendo. He was tall, dark and handsome as Holly had stipulated to the agency. He looked confident, as if he could handle any challenge thrown at him. And tonight she knew her friends would definitely test his mettle.

First, Flynn pretended to be a waiter with a white napkin over his right arm he held huge trays of gorgeous, creamy cupcakes high in the air. He delivered one tray to each black marble topped table. With a sexy thrust of his pelvis to make the audience scream, before he kissed each individual girl’s hand. That personal welcome made them all feel special. It gave him a head start when the music changed and he leapt onto the tiny stage and began to swagger around.

Flynn used a chair as a balance for his acrobatic antics and gyrated across the stage, keeping them all enthralled. He slowly began unfastening the buttons on his black uniform. He jerked his jacket off his broad shoulders, leaving it covering most of his arms, to make the girls scream impatiently, ‘more’- ‘more’ –‘get it off.’

Giving Kayla a saucy wink, Flynn shook off his jacket and carefully hung it on the back of the chair, before taking his life in his hands, he came down from the stage and marched around the tiny space in the middle of the floor. He assumed dramatic poses to show off his magnificent masculine physique and suggestively gave a sexy wiggle to Kayla. She felt herself having a hot flush and laughed as she returned his air kisses.

As the night wore on, with the girls downing vodka shots after each Bacardi and Coke, they became a giggling gang of female predators. The air in the small, dusty smelling village hall, reeked heavily of alcohol, Aniseed from Ouzo chasers and the type of coke that isn’t drunk, but smoked.

Flynn teased and tempted them until they were hysterical. Then giving Kayla a devastating smile, he rapidly opened his jet black shirt. He deliberately shrugged his shirt off one broad tanned shoulder to expose a strongly muscled arm. Then he strolled around the room tantalizing them with occasional glimpses of bare skin. Until they were all panting with anticipation, before he finally shimmied his shirt right off.

His marvelous masculine torso, rippling muscles and rock hard six pack, made the girls gasp and shriek for more. They stamped their feet, gave ear splitting screams, shouted encouragement for Flynn to go further, and Sally wolf whistled her appreciation.

Kayla whispered to Holly. ‘He looks startled by the high pitched screams, as if he hasn’t had that reaction from an audience before, which is odd.’

Holly had the same idea saying in a loud stage whisper, ‘He’s much younger than most strippers. I’m not sure that he knows how to control a rowdy bunch of frisky females all fantasizing about him as a dream lover.’

The weight challenged Sara with bright scarlet and green streaked hair yelled, ‘I challenge you to give me the first snog.’

‘No, that has to be Kayla the birthday girl,’ shouted Holly. ‘But I’m next in line. If you pick me Flynn, you’ll have a night that you’ll never forget.’

Kayla was startled. Holly was either teasing, or had drunk too much, because she wasn’t the type to have a one night stand.

All the girls were eagerly propositioning him and eventually after one very risqué suggestion for a simulated sex act, Flynn threw up his hands in mock surrender.

‘Have mercy girls, ‘This is my first outing.’

That unwise remark led to avid speculation.

‘Are you telling us that you’re gay?’

‘Don’t say you bat for the other side.’

‘What a waste of natural talent.’

‘Now you’ve completely ruined my dreams.’

Kayla fuelled by alcoholic induced confidence stood up and walked carefully across the floor, trying not to wobble on her brand new emerald green six inch high heels. When she reached Flynn she whispered in his ear. Finding it hilarious when his face flushed scarlet. How could she have embarrassed a stripper, they were usually a bit jaded and tough as cow hide.’

‘Sorry sweetheart. I’m not into bondage, whatever you’ve read in fifty shades. That’s just kinky. I’m not going to play out that particular sexual fantasy.’

Kayla pouted with disappointment. ‘It is my coming of age birthday. I wanted to experiment. And,’ she pointed out, ‘you have been paid to keep me happy.’

Exasperated, Flynn shrugged. ‘Fine, if you insist. I’ll tie your wrists together, then you’ll have a small taste of how it feels to be helpless. At the mercy of a man who only wants to dominate and humiliate females physically weaker than him. Whatever fancy notions you might have about ‘love,’ bondage is based on lust. Trust me, for the man, it’s just a power trip for a control freak.’

Put like that, it didn’t sound such a good idea, but as she hesitated, Flynn grabbed a rope from his props. He swiftly looped the rope around her thin wrists and tied the knot securely.

Kayla smiled a little nervously now as she gazed into his rather worried sky blue eyes and batted her long fake eyelashes. Testing the knot, she found it wouldn’t budge. ‘I’m surprised at how quickly you tied that knot.’

Flynn grinned, ‘I’m a bodyguard in real life, only stripping tonight as a favor for a friend. And because I can’t resist a challenge.’ He flung the end of the rope over his shoulder, tugged hard and forced her to follow him as he paraded round the room. The audience laughed and shouted out saucy suggestions. He stopped and commanded, ‘Kneel down and kiss my left foot.’

Kayla grimaced, but obeyed his order, hoping his foot wasn’t pongee after being in big boots. Luckily, all she could smell was talcum powder.

He told her to crouch down, then Flynn led her round the room like his slave, weaving in and out the tables. Several of her friends patted her on the head. ’Good doggy.’ It didn’t take long before her knees ached and she was gasping for breath and tired of this game.

‘Time to dance with me.’ Flynn ordered. He pulled her arms high in the air and over his head so that her bound wrists rested on his broad shoulders. Flynn deliberately invaded her personal space and held her so close that she could feel every solid muscle, as he began to smooch with her.

At first, she found flirty-dirty dancing with such a handsome, virile male, intensely exciting. Her body snuggled into his embrace and her curves fitted beautifully into his masculine frame as if nature intended them to be locked together.

‘Flynn is a sexpot,’ she giggled as they wiggled past Holly. Who obviously disapproved of them being twined together tighter than a clam.

Kayla could smell his sandalwood cologne, mingled with the acrid tanning lotion and told Flynn, ‘You really are mad, bad and definitely as dangerous as the devil to all girls.’

He smiled lazily down at her, his blue eyes darkening with desire. When Kayla realized that Flynn was physically reacting to being in such close proximity, she was shocked. Kayla hadn’t expected that from a professional, expecting him to be able to keep his cool. But she remembered reading an article on physical sports. She blurted out. ‘Do you watch the television show, Strictly Dancing?’

‘Doesn’t every red blooded man,’ Flynn drawled. ‘All those beautiful girls wearing practically nothing, whilst doing sexy acrobatics is very entertaining.’ He suddenly realized what she meant and laughed. ‘Oh, I catch your drift, it’s a physical contact exercise and titillated dancers are often tempted to have affairs with their celebrity partners. If that’s how you’re feeling right now, sweetheart? I’m flattered.’

Sara had eyes sharper than a hunting hawk and spotted the problem, despite Flynn being practically glued to Kayla’s body. She yelled, ‘Watch out, Flynn’s primed for action. Which one of us are you going to pick after the show, big boy?’

Several girls shouted out, simultaneously, ‘Make it me.’

‘Take me.’

‘I’m ready and willing and capable.’

Ignoring them, Flynn raised a demonic eyebrow and watched Kayla’s face, knowing exactly what a dilemma she was facing.

Kayla felt a hot flush rush through her body, until she knew that her face matched her bright red lippy. She was thankful that although fabulously bare chested, he still had his black trousers on. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have coped. Kayla was as hot as a boiled kettle and could almost feel steam pouring out her ears.

Her so called friends shrieked with laughter and merrily shouted out other experiments that he could try - each suggestion slightly naughtier than the one before. ‘Give her what she wants.’

‘She’s gasping for it.’

‘What are you waiting for, written permission.’

Flynn used the rope to swing her bodily onto the floor, followed her down and straddled her hips, but took most of his weight on his strong thighs. ‘Just how far do you want this charade to go, flower?’ Bending closer, he whispered wickedly in her left ear. ‘You’re a pretty girl and I’m only human. I can’t guarantee what will happen if you continually taunt and tease me.’

Metaphorically crossing his fingers, he hoped that she had the sense not to challenge him. When she hesitated, he warned. ‘Your friends are flying higher than a space rocket. Intoxicated, the witches are already on their broomsticks just waiting for a vicarious thrill. Take my advice and end this domination lark before it goes further than you ever envisaged.’

Kayla was stunned into silence. The reality of not being able to move freely –or control what this comparative stranger was doing, was fraught with danger. Her brain was frying hotter than a chip pan fire. Frantically trying to work out how to stop this performance, without appearing an idiot for asking for rough treatment in the first place. He was right, in her wildest imagination, she hadn’t meant this joke to get out of control.

Taking the majority of his weight on his elbows, Flynn switched positions to lie on top of her. The girls went wild and cheered approval, then demanded more drastic action.

‘Go on, give her what she wants.’

‘Let’s see some real action.’

Even Holly wickedly suggested, ‘You should be spanking her bottom, so that Kayla really understands that bondage is a punishment. You’re a good looking guy and so far, Kayla is lapping up and loving what you are doing.’

Kayla wondered if Holly was jealous, or just trying to teach her a lesson. But she knew that whatever Flynn did, she wouldn’t be able to stop him. It hadn’t been a good idea to trigger this emotional and physical abuse. Even Flynn had thought it a bad idea and was deliberately warning her to call a halt. None of her friends would help her, they were too high on adrenaline, or drugs, to have any compassion. Flynn could do what he wanted and they wouldn’t rescue her, because she’d stupidly asked for trouble.

Lying on the floor, with Flynn on top, Kayla was trapped. She couldn’t move out from under him without asking his permission. For the first time, she felt fear. Her mouth tasted metallic. Kayla shivered with trepidation and suddenly just flipped.

Panicking, she pummeled his back with her roped fists, which had no effect as he just tensed his powerful muscles against her feeble blows. His eyes blazed into hers enquiringly and she couldn’t look away. She was like a rabbit hypnotized by a snake, afraid, but mesmerized and unable to move.

Kayla’s brain was fuddled by the alcohol. All she knew was that she had to escape. She tried to bring her knee up to hit him where it would hurt him most. Although deep down she knew that wasn’t fair. He was only doing what she’d asked, but fright was paramount in her addled mind.

Flynn stayed immobile, but used more of his weight to keep her down, laughing at her futile attempts to break free. ‘Have you had enough humiliation yet? Can I go back to my act? Or do you fancy joining in as my partner - so that we both end up in the buff?’

A silent tear glistened on Kayla’s cheek and she was annoyed with herself for showing weakness. Flynn used his tongue to lick up the salty tear. Strangely enough, although he was being kind, that made her feel a thousand times worse.

Seeing that Kayla was genuinely upset and sorry that she’d ever initiated this domination game, Holly scolded. ‘You can’t blame Flynn, or any of us for thinking you were secretly reveling in his actions.’

Kayla caved in. ‘Alright, you win. I admit that I don’t like feeling helpless. I want a lover to treat me like a precious princess. Not a slave to be physically punished.’

Still using his strongly muscled thighs to prevent her moving, just in case this unpredictable, but pretty girl still wanted to unman him; Flynn calmly undid the knot and removed the rope restraint from her trembling wrists. He started to gently rub her wrists, branded by red marks, where the rope had chafed when she’d pulled against him, but that only made her wince.

Swiftly, in one fluid movement, Flynn stood up and pulled Kayla up to stand beside him.

Kayla was so relieved to be free to move when and where she wanted that she sniffed back the threatened tears and giggled, trying to put on a brave face and not feel a prize idiot.

Flynn’s macho performance wickedly affected everyone. She wasn’t the only one suffering from tumultuous emotions that needed an outlet, which could well lead to a riot.

Sara clucked like a chicken at her and even gave