Red Hot Obsessions (152 page)

“I . . . I'm not sure what you mean.” I was close to the window, so close to him. Trapped between a rock and a hard place, quite literally, for half of the metaphor. The closeness was beginning to make me feel claustrophobic, but I dare not move.

“Let's talk about what you really want from me, Cheyenne.”

“What I really want from you?” I gulped hard, feeling my cheeks burn. My entire body was on sensory overload as a million thoughts streamed through my mind at once, devious thoughts, filthy thoughts, sexually depraved thoughts, thoughts that would never pass my lips.

“Yes. I think I know what you want.”

His lips pressed softly against my neck, and I bit my tongue, trying to suppress a groan. When he pulled away, I felt oddly lonely . . . and empty.

“I'll give you what you want on one condition,” he said.

“What condition is that?” my voice sounded pathetically desperate, and I hated myself for it.

“You cannot turn around. If at any point, you turn to look at me, the game will be over. You'll never see me again.”

Those words were painful, and I knew I would do whatever it took to have him.

“I won't turn around, I promise.”

“Good girl.”

The sound of his zipper being pulled down was almost deafening in the quiet of the room. I kept my head as straight as a sentinel, afraid to move, though I did my best to look at the mirrors with my peripheral vision. The image was skewed, so I had to rely on my imagination to fill in the blanks, though the audible cues were pretty telling.

A condom wrapper crinkled, and my mind flitted back to that time in his office, when I had almost had him. He had been on top of me, pressing his glans against my passageway. Then I had ruined it by blurting out I was a virgin at the last moment. I still wasn't sure if I regretted that or not. Mostly, I didn't. If I had let him have his way with me back then, we might not be doing what we were now. And this was so much hotter than a one-time fuck.

The condom wrapper was tossed to the floor, and Damien stepped up behind me. I felt him wrap a hand around the back of my neck, and then he forcefully pushed me against the glass, my breasts making contact first, my erect nipple fighting back. A frightened gasp left my lips. He had never been this forceful before—this dominant. Not since that day in his classroom—that amazing day that made up a large part of my masturbation fantasies ever since.

His hands went to my hips, and he pulled me back a bit. I kept my chest pressed against the glass and spread my legs, knowing that's what he wanted from me. My thighs quivered as I felt the bulbous head of his fuckstick pressing between my legs.

“This is what you want, isn't it?” he asked, teasingly rubbing the tip against my lower lips. He massaged it up and down my slit, then nudged my soft folds aside to poke at my entryway. I was too stunned to say anything—too much in disbelief of what was happening. “I'm going to pull it away if you don't tell me the truth,” he threatened.

The words left my lips without a second thought. “Fuck me, Damien. I want you inside of me.”

“You've wanted this since the pen, haven't you?”

“Yes,” I breathed, feeling shameless and filthy and wonderful, all at the same time.

“How much do you want it?”

“More than anything in the world. Please. Please. I need your cock,” I begged.

The moment he bucked inside, I thought I might break from having it in me. There was an almost excruciating tightness as his glans tunneled into my wet channel, but it was the best kind of excruciating I had ever felt.

“Oh God!” I cried out, holding onto the glass for support as he angled his hips and then rotated them. The feel of him spreading my inner walls about drove me over the edge. My swollen pussy lips slurped at his cock as he began pumping in and out of me, teasingly slow. Every few soft thrusts, he'd draw all the way back and then pound into me, making me squeal.

A car drove down the street, and I was so lost in blissful ecstasy that I hardly noticed it until its taillights had almost disappeared into the distance.

Damien reached a hand around me, slipping it between my legs to touch my heated core. My clit responded to his fingers, pulsing wildly as he began to massage up and around and over it, keeping to a steady rhythm of fucking me all the while. He was breathing heavily, his body arched at an angle where he was nearly picking me up with every thrust, filling me completely. Everything in me wanted to turn around, grip his hair, and pull him to me for a heated kiss, but I knew better than to move. If I wanted the pleasures of Damien's body, I would have to do exactly what he said.

I felt like a complete slut, resting my face against the glass as I brought my hand up to tweak one of my nipples. That small bit of extra stimulation was enough to make my clit fire off beneath Damien's fingers, and I swear I saw stars as my entire body went into sensory overload. If I'd ever had a better orgasm, I couldn't remember. I moaned and cried out, not caring if every person in the world heard me.

Damien grunted behind me, and I heard his breath hitch, his cock hammering into me a few more times before his body began to still, and I knew he had come too. The thought of draining his manhood dry made me feel absolutely accomplished, as if I had just mastered a sex God. I squeezed my tunnel around him, helping to milk out the last drops of his orgasm, pushing my hips back a bit, wanting to feel his full hot pulsing length inside of me for as long as I could.

He leaned over and kissed my sweaty back before pulling out, the absence of his cock leaving me feeling empty, though my body was thoroughly satisfied. While he pulled the condom off and zipped his pants back up, I stayed against the window, savoring the moment. The cool air kissed my heated cunt, sending a pleasant tingling sensation through me, teasing my lustful body.

“You can get dressed,” he told me finally, and I pouted as I pushed myself away from the window and turned to grab my clothes off the floor.

“Best lesson yet,” I confessed, feeling stupidly happy.

“I'm glad you think so,” his voice was gentle, softer than normal. “Listen, I've been thinking a lot about you lately.”

You have? This is news to me. My heart fluttered, and I held my breath as I listened to him speak. Please, let this be the part where you ask for something more. I can be your girlfriend. I don't care about the age difference. I would so be your girlfriend. Just ask, and I'll say yes.

He continued, “I would like to take our lessons to the next level.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Hadn't we just taken things to the next level? I was pretty sure that pressing me against the glass and fucking my brains out counted as taking things to the next level.

“I want to start teaching you about BDSM.”

“A-Alright,” I replied, a bit disappointed. The next level could have meant so many other things—so many preferable things.

“The lessons can get pretty intense and will be a bit more time consuming.”

“What kind of lessons?”

“Lessons in obedience will take the longest. I might require you to stay overnight to test how long you can stay in the role. There will also be lessons in bondage, and generally testing out your tolerance for certain things.”

The idea of being tied up by Damien Reed was very appealing, especially if he spanked me afterward. That was what BDSM was about, I thought, spanking and all the naughty taboo stuff that everyone secretly loved but nobody ever talked about.

“I think I'm okay with that,” I said.

“Good. We'll start your lessons next weekend, the same time as usual. I won't be able to meet with you tomorrow because I have a conference all day, and I'm sure I'll be completely wiped out afterward.”

“Alright.”

He stood, and I took that as an indication that it was time to leave. We walked to the door, and then I waited outside while he reset the alarm and locked up. Without so much as a hug or goodbye, Damien Reed climbed back into his Corvette and pealed out of the parking lot, leaving me there completely lost in thought.

I crawled into my car, locked the door, and rested my head on the steering wheel. Now that the magic sexual moment was over, reality was starting to sink back in, and I wasn't sure if I liked it. My whole plan to get closure from Damien had been completely blown by his commanding voice and sexy body. He was wickedly bewitching, and I hated him for it.

My thighs ached with the memory of him bucking between them, but it wasn't the only part of me that hurt. Somehow, I felt like I had betrayed Chase by sleeping with Damien. We weren't a couple, but still. I knew Chase expected me to be exclusive to him. Even though I hadn't promised him a relationship, what I had just done with Damien felt wrong.

I spent the rest of the night hating myself for being so weak. Not only had I let Damien Reed fuck me, but I had also agreed to future lessons with him, which so hadn't been in the plans. If I kept seeing him, these twisted feelings that I had would never go away. Part of me didn't want them to go away. Some sick sad ember inside of me liked the way he made me feel. Not the crying and depressed part, but everything else. Damien sexually excited me in a way that Chase never could. He was a complete anomaly. I was never certain what he was thinking or feeling, and the mystery of it drove me insane.

It baffled my mind that Damien never once brought up the fact I had dropped his class and ignored him. He had greeted me as if everything was normal, though he had sure acted different once he had me pressed against the glass. That was Damien Reed in his most animalistic form, a side of him that I hadn't seen since that first day in his classroom. I couldn't figure out what it all meant, or if it meant anything at all.

The next day, I decided to drive over to my mother's house. While I talked to her on the phone every night, it had been some time since I had seen her in person. Not since the hospital.

She greeted me cheerfully, ushering me inside and offering me some left-over pizza from her job. I graciously helped myself to a few slices from the assortment she had taken from the buffet the day before.

“So, tell me about school. How are your grades?” she asked.

Surprisingly, despite all the drama in my life, I managed to keep my grades high. She beamed with pride, grateful I was taking college seriously.

Then came the question I had dreaded having to answer. “And boys? Have you met any boys?”

Part of me thought about lying, but the truth of the matter was that I really needed some advice.

“I have,” I replied hesitantly.

“Well, tell me about him.”

“Them,” I corrected her, which merited me a smack in the arm.

“Cheyenne Grear. Don't tell me that college has turned you into a hussy.”

It was sure beginning to feel like it.

“It's complicated,” I told her.

“Details. Details.”

I grinned halfheartedly. “Well, there's this one boy. You remember him. Chase Vogel.”

“Yes, I remember Chase.” She nodded. “So, the two of you finally happened?”

“Yes, and no. We've kind of been seeing each other, but he wants to get serious, and I'm not sure if I'm ready for that.”

“Why not? The two of you have known each other forever. You've practically been dating for four years.”

“We never dated,” I insisted, a bit annoyed that she was making things into what they weren't.

“Well, it sure seemed like it to me.” She shrugged. “You two were always together in high school. I thought you made such a cute couple. I like his family too, which is rare.”

“I know, Mom. Jeez, would you let me finish talking.”

“Fine. Fine. Sorry. I was just saying.”

“I know.” I sighed, “I'm not sure if I want to get serious with him yet because I'm kind of seeing another boy too.”

“Oh, a love triangle.” She grinned like the Cheshire cat.

I dare not tell my mom that Damien was far from a boy. While she had a thing for dating older men, she didn't like the idea of me doing it. My biological father was the only guy she'd been with that was anywhere near her age. Most other guys she dated were at least ten years older.

“It's not exactly a love triangle,” I continued. “Chase doesn't know about this other guy, but the other guy knows about him . . . sorta.”

“Well, from what I've seen between you two, Chase is a pretty good catch. What about this other guy is making you hold off?”

“Chase is a good guy,” I admitted. “He's a great guy. But I'm so used to him. We know one another like the back of our own hands.

“This other guy is different. He's exciting and sexy and . . . I can't figure him out. When we're together, he really makes me feel alive.”

“Does he treat you good?” she asked.

No. Yes. There really wasn't a right answer. Damien treated me the way a teacher would treat a student . . . until the cheer studio. Then Damien treated me like something else entirely. A lover? A sex object? I wasn't quiet sure.

“I think what I feel for this other guy is mostly lust,” I told her, feeling strange to finally be truthful with myself. “But it's like I'm addicted to him. Whenever I'm around him, there's just . . . sparks.”

“Well, sweetie, there's a really big difference between love and lust.”

“I know that,” I sighed.

“I don't know this other guy, but I know that Chase has always been there for you. He loves you from the bottom of his heart. Anyone can see that. If you truly think that you just have lust with this other guy, then maybe you should really consider what you'd be throwing away just to get your rocks off.

“Lust comes and goes. There will always be men out there you'll physically want more than the guy you're with, but at the end of the day, it should be about who treats you right.”

I knew she was right. Chase was the obvious answer, but I just couldn't see myself letting Damien go. Now that I had a taste of him, my body couldn't get enough.

I left my mother's house feeling no less confused than when I got there. Why did choosing between Chase and Damien have to be so hard? The decision was about to drive me mad.

It wasn't until I got home that night and was laying in bed that I came up with a solution, albeit, a very greedy one. Why couldn't I have both of them? It wasn't like I was in a relationship with either one of them. Sure, it was kind of a sketchy thing to do, but in truth, I still wasn't sure if I wanted to commit to Chase, and I was far from done having lessons with Damien. If I could hold on to both of them for just a little while longer, then maybe I would eventually make up my mind. At least, I hoped I would.