The Broken Obsession part 4

 The Broken Obsession

Part 4

I move my long pink cast slightly on the chair, I freeze, breath caught. Someone is close. Someone is watching me.

Daniel notices my reaction. “Christy? What is it?”

Another buzz from my Iphone.

Cross your strong leg over your cast. Show me the muscles of that long and sexy healthy leg of yours . Let him see what I already know about all those hours at the Ladies Gold Gym.

I inhale sharply. “Daniel… They’re describing me. Right now. He or they are in this restaurant”

His eyes flash, protective but also dark with curiosity. “Describe you? How?”

My lips curve into a wicked smile, even as a shiver runs through me. “They know about my training at my local gym, my stiletto heel. My cast. My legs….Everything"

Daniel’s hand slides across the table, catching mine. His voice lowers, thick. “Then let them watch. Let them see how much I want you right now, let's make him or her jealous.”

The words coil heat inside me. My pulse hammers, could it be a woman? 

Slowly, deliberately, like a dancer in a smoky gentleman’s bar, I lift my left leg. The muscles ripple, my stiletto heel dangling, teasing with every tiny sway. I cross it over the length of my long pink cast, the contrast obscene and gorgeous, fragility locked against strength. My body hums at the sight.

I’ve never felt like I do now…

And then a memory surfaces clear as glass. That scene from the wedding movie, the bride struggling to escape from the bathroom stall, the desperate clatter of her high heel hitting the floor just before she stumbles, her ankle snapping on impact. I see it, feel it, almost as if it were me. The heat in my body and the wetness between my legs intensify, it sharpens. The memory blurs into the way my heel dangles now, daring to fall, daring to break, as if pain and beauty were made for each other.

Daniel is speechless… My phone buzzes again.

Yes…what a sexy leg. Lift your heavy cast toward him, against the table for everybody to see,  show him how helpless it really is when you break your leg like I did.

I look at Daniel, my cheeks flushed. “Do you… want me to? I mean here in this wonderful restaurant?”

He leans closer, so near I can feel the heat of his breath against my cheek. “Christy, I want you to do exactly what makes you wet and sexually needy.”

I shift and lean down over my broken leg, my breasts against my cast, my nipples are so hard. I grab my long cast in my hands and I lift my cast and place it against the top of the table in full view, as if presenting itself for him. My silk blouse is so tight against my breasts as I lean in, whispering, “It feels like I’m being undressed with every message… by them, and by you …possibly.” I smile staring into his eyes.

Daniel’s hand tightens around the foot portion of my cast. “Then don’t stop.” He said leaning down and kissing my exposed toes…

The air is heavy, thick with sexual desire and sensuality. My broken leg commands his eyes, and my body shakes between Daniel’s touch, kisses and licking, the gaze of whoever is watching and….

What the next message will order me to do...

Part 5 to come