Page 14 of A Monster's Obsession

Before I knew what was happening, Sawyer stood from the chair and was in front of me in two strides. I yelped when he scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder like a rag doll.

The towel loosened as I kicked my legs and hit his broad back. He had stripped off the suit jacket he’d worn to the ceremony earlier and was left wearing a fitted crisp white dress shirt. I was so mad that I couldn’t even admire the feel of his back muscles flexing underneath my slapping palms.

“Monster, put me down!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. I can’t believe he just picked me up like this. I could feel the breeze on my bare ass as the towel flopped up as he continued to walk. When I squirmed a little too much, he almost dropped me.

“Stay still.” Sawyer slapped my ass so hard, I squealed out. But not in pain, more like shock that he actually hit me. The slap didn’t hurt and as he rubbed the sting away, I felt my center getting moist. He had never spanked me before and it took all the strength in me not to moan. I don’t know what is happening to me or my treacherous body, but I had to get control over myself.

“Please, put me down, Sawyer.” I don’t know if it was the pleading tone or what, but before I could beg anymore I was unceremoniously dropped on a soft fluffy cloud. This bed was even more heavenly than the one in the guest room. I lay there with my chest heaving up and down like I’d run a marathon instead of being carried.

It didn’t take me long to realize that my breasts were completely exposed. My nipples were hard by not only the chill in the air but the memory of Sawyer’s touch. I tightly shut my eyes in embarrassment, and tugged the towel back into place.

Sawyer has seen me naked before, and I wasn’t a shy woman at all. I was often called a hippy by my family and friends. I had a free, love your body and yourself type of mentality. However, it had been a long time and Sawyer’s attention unsettled me.

The room was draped in silence, but I knew he was still watching me. It was something about his gaze that I could always feel. It was both addicting and terrifying; two more conflicting emotions that confused me.

I opened my eyes when I felt him hovering over my body. I know he promised not to touch me, but damn I wanted him to touch me so bad. Our gazes collided and his was scorching hot. I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist and run my fingers through his hair. I’d done it a million times before, and even though I was now his wife, I didn’t feel like I had the right.

“SweetCéile,” Sawyer’s voice was a low purr as he ran his calloused hand down my cheek. But I knew it was a trick. He was using the new nickname and he only called me sweet when he was about to say something crazy.

“Don’t call mesweet. You had no right to man handle me,Monster. The shit is unacceptable.” I sneered his nickname because he was acting more and more like the monster that I’d named him. It was usually out of fun, but this shit was not cute. I was surprised that my voice was as calm as it was considering my nerves were on edge and I really wanted to slap him. However, if I didn’t want him man handling me, I had to keep my hands to myself.

“You’re right. I won’t man handle you. But I promise to spank your ass every time you act like you’re not my wife.”

I wanted to say something witty, but at the mention of spanking, my mouth had gone incredibly dry. I’ve always been open in my sexuality, I like being free. But tonight was the first time I’ve ever been spanked. And if I had on panties they would definitely be wet. It made me wonder why he didn’t spank me before.

“Like I said, I won’t touch you if that’s not what you want.” Sawyer’s eyes roamed over my body from head to toe. Before those bright emerald orbs connected intensely to mine, “But right now, I need you to get dressed so we can have dinner.” Sawyer kissed my forehead sweetly. Something he likes to do, and he rolled away from me. He strolled nonchalantly to the bedroom door as if it was just another ordinary day.My husband is going to drive me crazy.

Before he left the room I hollered out, “Hey! I don’t have any clothes in here.”

“Yes, you do. The closet is on the other side of the sitting area. See ya in fifteen-minutes.” Sawyer disappeared closing the door softly behind him.

I walked through the massive master bedroom again in complete amazement. The room looked like a presidential suite at a fancy hotel. When I made it into the customized closet, it was like walking into every woman’s wet dream. The closet was the size of a bedroom. One side was obviously Sawyer’s because there were fancy tailored suits, dress shirts, t-shirts, jeans, and even shorts neatly hanging, separated by color. There was a large shoe rack holding all different pairs of fancy Italian leather loafers, expensive dress shoes, the latest sneakers, and even flip flops.

However, the pièce de résistance was a crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the closet above an island. The lights from the chandelier danced and reflected off of glass of the closet doors. It was as if I was standing inside of a diamond. It was opulent and over the top and something that I never envisioned for myself. I took a closer look at the marble island and realized it held an array of jewelry; watches, cufflinks, even leather bracelets. It was weird I’ve never seen Sawyer wear leather bracelets or flip flops. I really didn’t know him well at all.

As I walk around the island I came to the other side of the closet.Myside. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“How the heck did he get all of my clothes in here?” Everything I owned was neatly placed in the closet. Which would’ve been fine, accept I left most of these things in my apartment.

Chapter 8

SAWYER

Igave Sasha fifteen minutes, but in reality, I needed more time than that to get my shit together. The sight of her smooth dark skin glistening with water droplets made my brain short circuit. I planned to be calm when I went to check on her, and she wasn’t in the master suite. I sat waiting patiently as I could in the chair after pacing outside the door for ten minutes. I couldn’t understand why Sasha insisted on trying me.

We may not have done much talking for the short time that we were together, but she knew me. She knew that her smart mouth and defiance would get her fucked on any available surface. Until tonight I had never spanked her, but I could see the action had turned her on. She didn’t want me manhandling her, and I wouldn’t, I lost my head, and that’s not an excuse. However, spanking her ass did not qualify as manhandling. And if she thought for one second, I would let her sleep in the guest room; then, she crazier than I thought.

I took the stairs two at a time until I reached my study. I sat behind my desk so that I could make an important call. Yesterday, I didn’t have time to dig deeper into the reasons why Sasha needed money from a loan shark. I wanted to know about the man selling the building, and the banks that denied her loans. I wanted to know every fucking thing.

“Darby, I need you to find out how Patrick Abbott and Sasha’s cousin, Joe are connected. I need to know everything about this cousin of Sasha’s that introduced her to a human trafficker.”

“Anything else?” Darby was a jokester, but he knew when to be about his business, it’s what I liked about him.

“Yeah, find out all of the banks that turned down Sasha’s loan, and who Bruce Todd was selling the building to?”

“Got it.” Darby disconnected, and I knew that I would have all the information I asked for by the next day.

I leaned back in my chair and steepled my hands. The thoughts of the danger that Sasha had put herself in had my rage soaring. Sasha is an independent person who prided herself on doing everything on her own; I admired her for that. Sasha was a breath of fresh air and had me hypnotized from the first time I laid eyes on her.