Red Hot Obsessions (215 page)

“Mmmm, my hungry, little sucker. That feels so good.” His trembling legs squeezed my shoulders and his fingers curled into claws, digging into my scalp and pulling my hair.

It hurt like crazy, but I refused to move. No way was I going to leave my Sir unsatisfied.

He groaned, “Uuuhh, Addison,” right before jizz shot out of him. I missed the stream which hit my shoulder, but I licked the rest of the semen off his tip and the remaining drops each time he pulsed. His moan and huffy breaths were music to my ears. I tilted my face and laid my head in his thigh and I stayed there listening to the sweet song of his satiation as he stroked my hair.

“Thank you for letting me please you, Sir.” I rubbed his muscular calves up and down.

“Mmm. That you did.” He hummed some more and I closed my eyes and sank from an upright kneel and sat back on my feet.

My head was up against his stomach and our breaths now synchronized. I felt so comfortable and relaxed as we loved on each other with sweet caresses. Even though no words were exchanged, we still communicated volumes of affection to one another.

I dunked into the water to wash residue off my shoulder and stood in front of him. He raked fingers down my body and tugged my head down so our mouths could collide and exchange wet heat.

When he stopped kissing me several minutes later, he asked, “What would you like to do for our first structured scene? Have you thought about it?” He sat me on his lap.

“Yes. I know exactly. Hopefully you’ll like my idea. I want us to roleplay, and I want to be a runaway princess, like 1700’s or something, with you one of the tracking rogues hired by the King to find me.” I gave him juicy hot details of where I’d like the scene to go, to which he nodded and beamed, but he stopped me when I said, “I want you to gag my bratty mouth and—”

“No! Are you crazy? The rest, so far, sounds fun and fine, but I’m not gagging you, no way, not in our first scene or anywhere near it. I’m not doing that until I’m firmly familiar with you reactions. I know I could give you another way to signal, but I need you to communicate with me. I’m not even comfortable with binding you.”

“But you just did, and have a few times, in light regard.”

“It’s not the same. This would be for an hour or whatever. And it’s a scene. You might dissolve into subspace, and who knows what will happen or what you will tap into when you do.”

“Please, Sir.”

He pursed his lips as he thought, maybe considering it. Hopefully. “Okay, absolutely
no
gagging, but how about this? I will use my thinner rope or some wide ribbon like I used today on your limbs and stake the ends into the ground. I’ll let you choose. I can work with either and ensure nothing cuts in. It’s light bondage, both psychologically and physically, and easy to slice through in case there’s too much intensity or there’s an emergency.”

“I like that idea, and I’ll take the ribbons, but
ground
? Are you thinking outside? It’s freezing at night.”

“No. I have a heated carriage house and barn. Unable to stand the house to myself, the help aside, I made my own domain years ago. It’s finished off with a pellet stove downstairs and an electric fireplace upstairs, so it’s private and really nice for all kinds of
play
. I have a second bedroom upstairs. I’d spend time up there, working my way through my father’s favorite bottles of wine, blasting my stereo, daydreaming about spanking cheerleaders and slipping fingers up under their skirts and shirts. Most of it is cement foundation and a wood plank floor on top, but the old stalls beyond sliding doors still have dirt floors. I can chase you in the woods, bring you back there, and do delicious, raunchy things to your body. The setting and materials would be in keeping with the element of realism we want to lend to our fantasy. What do you think?”

“I love,
love
, that idea. It’s perfect.” I got all buzzy thinking about all the fun times we could have in a glorious carriage house with an attached barn. He could make a dungeon. If he hadn’t already. I couldn’t wait to see it and my head tingled in anticipation. “We can iron out any extra details beforehand. Once we’re in the scene though, I really don’t want us to break out of character, for you to question me or speak to me as your sub. I know how to use my safewords, so just deliver whatever you desire. I just want to be that snatched princess, and for you to be that sexy rogue.”

“Fair enough. What else did you have in mind to go along with the gagging? I cut you off.”

“You know what I want, Sir. That thing you’re skilled at.”

He sighed. “Flogging.”

That word in his deep voice made my stomach wrench with desire. “Yes. I want you to flog me.”

“You’re sure?”

“I think so. We can stop if it’s too much, right? If I don’t like it?”

“Anytime. For any reason. What are your safewords?”

“
Daisies
, slow down,
lilacs
, I’ve had enough,
puppies
, I’m at my limit but push me please and
torque
, stop right now. I really want you to show me what you can do, Sir.”

“Oh, I will. I’d love to flog you, but the intensity and types—I have several—will be at my discretion. I want your flesh to heal without further markings for the time being, except maybe some pretty pink or welts. Yeah, maybe some welts. Mmm.”

I laughed, “So you want to hurt me,
somewhat
, is what you’re saying. It turns you on?”

He stared me down with slits of fire. “A little and a little.”

A chill of arousal thrashed me from that… that
look
. “I didn’t think you were a sadist.”

He scratched the back of his head and sadly tore that gaze away. “I’m not. Sadists get off on
inflicting
pain. I just like your reactions to pain. Those are hot.”

I scrunched my face. “Okaaay.” I was pretty sure he was wrong about himself and had at least a few sadistic buttons in that wicked mind, but I let it drop. Maybe he was in denial. His eyes though, those hot, hot eyes, had said a
far
different thing than his words. Or maybe, I was just way off and reading him wrong, or clueless. What the hell do I know.

He looked back at me with every bit of that fire squelched. “I love the plans for our scene. It’s so us. I have a bunch of surprises in mind to get your juices flowing.” He helped me out and got out behind me. “When’s your last class?”

“I get out at 2:10, but the dinner cook has been suffering with a migraine all weekend, so I told her last night that I’d shop for her. I also have to deep clean the kitchen. I can meet you back here about 6.”

“Hasten to me, my love. ’Tis such a long span.”

“I have thirty-one maidens to shop for. And some of them gave me personal lists when they heard I was going.”

“I’m only jesting. Take your time. I’m just so excited to go on a quest for our costumes and props.”

“Mmmm, me too.”

“Let’s finish up breakfast and head back to my room. I wanna wash your hot body in my shower and watch you get dressed.”

I got tingles. “A reverse strip?”

He kissed me slowly. “Yes, one that’ll make me stiffen up again because of what you’ll be packing and dragging around. A sexy ass that’s claimed as mine.”

CHAPTER 3

After our shower, Sir slid more lube into my ass to send my along on my day, all stuffed up with his purple present. But as I sat in English 101, I almost broke the no-come rule when I sneezed. Ohmygod. He said I could remove them at lunch, but I kept them in longer because it made me feel connected to him. His task felt like a gift. I also nearly came when I yanked them out. But I was a good girl, all freaking day. I didn’t disobey.

I finished the House shopping, my essay on chivalry, ha ha, and did my assigned chores as diligently as I could because I was so excited. Though it might seem I would’ve been tempted to cut corners and blaze through the kitchen cleaning, I bought six dozen donuts and actually did a more thorough job than normal, even scrubbing the grout in the floor tile and making sure not a single crumb could be found, so I wouldn’t get buzzed back to do things
right
. I arrived at Logan’s at 5:37, earlier than what we’d agreed upon, but I figured he wouldn’t be upset.
Early is always better than late.

Thrilled to be dressed quite hooker-like in a black short skirt, thigh highs and my black and red shirt that looked like a lace-up corset, I let myself in and ran up to his room but crashed into him in his doorway. The naked him. “Hot. Damn.” I’d never get used to seeing that body, as I did, from head to toe, when I stepped back. I clutched my flushed face and my heart was already racing wild.

He seized my crotch with one hand, clasped my wrists in his other and pinned them over my head when he shoved me up against the wall. He couldn’t hold back a sly smile though. Try as he might to look stern, I saw it. He loved having control over me. “This is mine. I hope it has behaved.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said and snickered in delight.

He pressed against me and tickled my earlobe with his lips. I was breathing fast at the sparks zapping between us and his fierceness that was so stunningly sexy. The smile had vanished, replaced by a voracious stare that became hidden from view as he shifted his face past my eyeshot. He growled in my ear. “Were you a good girl? Did you keep those beads in?”

I swallowed hard. “Um, I didn’t come and I kept the beads in, long after you told me to, but I’ve been thinking of all the filthy scenarios we could get into, so …. not entirely good. No, Sir.”

“Tell me one.”

His tight clutch on my sex had me melting. I licked my lip. “Um, I imagined giving you head on the interstate, bending down on you with my ass in the air. I’m in a short skirt with no panties and the truck driver on the right of us can see my butt and bits and all the ways you’re fondling me. Uh, that makes me so hot.”

“Mmm. My bad girl. You and I are a match made in Heaven, do you know that? I don’t think there’s anything that excites me like exhibition, not the flashing kind, the me-in-control-of-my-sub kind. You keep bringing up these scenarios that totally twist my nuts.”

“So, you were loving that whole Halloween thing as much as me?”

“Mmm, maybe more so. I’ve got so many surprises in store for you, my sexy one. Once you dress me, we can get going.”

I scrunched my nose. “You want me to dress you?”

“Yes. Go pick out my clothes.”

“Um … okay.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, Sir.” It was a weird request, but whatever, I hopped to it. I wanted to dress him in the leather threads I found
—Good god, he had leather—
but I wasn’t sure how many places we were going besides the kink store. And that’s not the only thing he had. I gasped at the bouquet of floggers hanging up behind a wool trench coat. These were much, much bigger than the ones in his box. I shivered as I ran my hand down the long, buttery-soft strips of leather and swede. Some were stiffer than others. These were two and three feet long at least with full falls and elegant handles that looked like they belonged on old swords. And he had pairs! A purple pair had strips of fur mixed in and the one loner in the bunch, a flogger whip, had a dozen blue leather roses. The thought of these landing on my back and butt sent a chill of delight through my core. Why so many floggers though? And so many pairs. Geez. How many girls did he intend on whacking?

I blushed, cleared my throat, and quickly picked out some black jeans, black boots and a light blue t-shirt, that was super soft and nice enough to be hung on a hanger rather than stuffed in a drawer. I could’ve dressed him in a nicer shirt and a sports coat, but selfishly, I wanted to be able to check out his biceps whenever I damn well felt like it. I also did not forget a hearty belt, just in case I acted up and needed to be set straight. Naughty girls must always be prepared.

As I was on my way back, I realized I forgot the undergarments and went to his bureau. While tugging out socks and a pair of boxer briefs, my gaze snagged on a catalog. Forget toys. This was the big contraption kind. With the corner bent up, I could see some of the pages were dog-eared. Good lord. My insides clenched. What the hell was he getting, or did he have already? I was both excited and terrified.

Overcome with glee that he and I were in
this
and now shopping for more goodies for our first official scene, I skipped over to him. I skipped. Fuck. Yeah, I really need to work on being sultry and graceful. I’m a freaking sub now, not a six-year-old. But his eyes were wide and twinkling. Maybe he wouldn’t mind a little age play sometime.

I knelt in front of him and sweet air filled my lungs with sunshine. I felt so at home. Right here. On my knees before my Lord.

One would think dressing someone else would be totally cheesy or maybe even humiliating to a degree, but as soon as his feet slipped into his boxer briefs and my drag ascended, I ached to devour him. The servitude in this simple act unexpectedly made my belly tingle. He didn’t have much body hair as it was, but the wispy, almond-colored patch that normally ringed his cock had also been discarded in whole. He was just flesh, all flesh, succulent, tempting meat that had the pull of chocolate lava cake. Him being unadorned and raw spiked only my thirst to feast on his treasure all the more. He did not say I could play while dressing him, but I wanted to ... with gut-wrenching abandon.

The feel of my skin on his, flitting up to cover up his charms, jerked hot, jagged breaths out of me. I slid my hands under the waistband for the concealment of his glorious ass, and I let the sides of my thumbs relish every inch of that toned backside as I covered it. I leaned in close to his belly, setting my nose against his abs, and took a whiff of his shower-fresh skin. I closed my eyes and breathed and breathed and breathed. My exhales bounced off his skin and kissed my lips like downy feathers. I throbbed with longing for him, and I wasn’t the only one throbbing. When I opened my eyes, his cock had enlarged at an angle and it now strained against the black cotton encasing it. Springs of fire unfurled through my body and coiled up into my chest and throat.

I looked up at him, and he was gazing down on me with ravenous slits that both dared me to act and chastised me for pondering it. “You know what your task is, Addison.”

“I do. And I will gladly accept the punishment you feel I deserve for disobeying you.” I seized his hips and sank my teeth into the flesh under his belly button and crudely dug into his ass cheeks with curled fingers.

“Uh, Addison! Fuck.”

I tilted my head sideways and chomped hard and sucked, again and again, in my ferocious need.

He winced and clutched my head as I rocked him closer and wrapped my arms around him. “Aaaahh, Addison.”

Inching my way down, I tossed off biting for sucking and licking. I yanked his underwear back down and traced his length with my tongue, until I was at the tip, engulfing it.

Sir kicked the underwear off his ankles and let me play with him for five heavenly seconds, then he put his hands under my chin and around my neck and jerked me off that yummy feast and up to my feet. His eyes were not kind or appreciative. They were molten with fury and lust, the amber flecks nearly aglow. “Take off your panties. Now!”

Fingers shaking, I reached up under my skirt and wiggled and slid them over my ass and they flitted down to my feet. I kicked them off to join his. Turned on by the unknown destinations of his anger, I was dripping and quaking in his hold.

“That pussy,
my
precious toy, is going to stay bare and open everywhere we go. And you will shove your fingers into it or diddle your clit whenever I goddamn, fucking say. What is your job?”

“To dress you, Sir.”

“Fuck. That’s the second time you pounced on me today. Did I ask you to drive me insane? Did I? Because I don’t recall that.” He seized a fistful of my hair, spun me around and mashed my cheek into the Oriental runner beside his bed. Oh sweet Lord.

“No, Sir.” I quaked in ecstasy. “Oh god.”

“That’s right,
I
am your god. You need to get that straight and do as I say when we are in this box.” He stood over me for several moments, holding me in a dominant’s pin, letting me relish and fear his power over me. Our heavy, frenzied breaths created a sexy rhythm in the room. He knelt behind me and pressed his hard, naked cock against my dripping slit. He bent over my body, and his lips grazed my ear. “Look what you did to me, bad girl. We certainly can’t go out with me hung like a wildebeest, now can we?”

“Mmm, no, Sir.”

He reached under my waist and slapped my clit.

I gasped and cried, “Aaaahh.”

He did it three more times. “You were being selfish and greedy, Addison. We’re in quite the conundrum here. Now, thanks to your naughtiness, I want to fuck that juicy twat until you scream out to the God in heaven to rescue you from my wolfish clutches, but you really don’t deserve that kind of treat, do you?”

“No, Sir. I misbehaved. I’m such a wicked, selfish girl.”

He unfolded off of my body and backed away from my butt. “Touch yourself, right now, Addison.”

God, I was so hot as I ran slow circles around my clit.

“No, this isn’t for your benefit. It’s for
mine
. Ram your fingers in. Plunge down on them.”

I shoved two in and pumped them in and out.

“Faster, faster. Punish that pussy, Addison. It keeps leading you to trouble. Get obscene and nasty. You are my slut, and that pussy is mine.”

I did as he asked, pounding myself all rapid fire. I ground my face into the Oriental carpet and shrilled with juices of desire dripping down my hand.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck it, you, dirty, filthy fiend. Get juicy for me.”

With a backside view, he watched me finger myself into ecstasy. No one had ever watched me before, and it was driving me wild, especially with the addition of his orders.

“Now, you’re gonna have to fix this
big
problem.” He came back to me, smashing the length of his cock against my action and under my rain. “Grab me.”

I took hold of him between my legs with my cunt-soaked hand and squeezed.

“Tighter. Grip me hard. Double up.”

Once I closed in around him with both hands as tightly as he craved, he ferociously fucked the tunnel of pressure, deliciously slapping my ass with each hard thrust. His balls smacked against the back of my pussy lips. Mmmm. He was doing this for his sexual gratification, not mine, he was even trying to deprive me, but being used like this and getting inadvertently spanked had me soaring.
Fail
on his part.

“Fuck, Addison. I really need to spunk-punch something.” He got faster and faster, then flipped me over like a roped calf, shoved his cock into my mouth and bounced. “This’ll do. Drink up.”

I moaned, wrapping my lips around his generous offering.

He thrust twice more and groaned as he came, and then he bit down on his luscious bottom lip. After a five second rest, he said, “Lap it up. Swallow every drop.” His eyes were closed and his arms, bulging from his tighter hold on my head. The little bit of sweat on his chest glistened like crystals. Beautiful. My
God
indeed. This man was beyond worthy of worship.

I was so acutely aware of the rising and falling of my lungs and the frenzied pulse in my ears and the salty tingle lingering on my tongue after I gulped down his nectar. I suckled him ever so gently and fondled his balls until he went soft. “Thank you for letting me please and suck you, Sir.”

He stood, smirking. “You are so bad.”

Shifting to a kneel before him, I snatched the folded belt and held it out to him on the platter of my palms. “Fix me,” I whispered, looking down.

When he took hold of the belt, he kept his hand there and I kissed the back of it. “Very good, my pet.” He stacked two pillows on the side of the bed and patted them. “You know what to do. Get up.”

My legs wobbled as I shot up to my feet. I laid over the edge of the bed with my pelvis on the heap like Sir wanted, and I inched up my skirt to reveal my bareness to him. My head was already tingling with delirium as I set my cheek on the mattress.

He ran his hands down my butt and thighs several times and kneaded my offered mounds. “I’m giving you six hard ones. No warm-up. Count ’em.”

“Yes, Sir. I deserve it. Please punish me with the belt.” I closed my eyes and smiled.

“You are so eager. You shouldn’t be. I’m gonna wipe that fucking silly smile off your face, frisky kitten.” He stood there and left me waiting on the mound of fluff for several minutes. My body fell under a constant shiver, and I started rushing out each breath through my nostrils, waiting for that first strike of agony. I licked my dry lips. I had no clue when it was coming and was surprised when the belt finally swung onto my flesh with a painful crack.

“I—Aaahhhh.” Fire singed my ass when leather zapped across both cheeks. Tears pricked my eyes and the sticky sting snatched my breath. Fuck.
Hard
was an understatement. “Aahh ah, one, Sir,” I sobbed. I coughed and choked down saliva as I fought the urge to reach back with both hands and rub peace back into my globes. I launched up, taking my feet off the floor, twisted my body and kicked my legs. “Ow, ow.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Even for a spanko like you, this won’t be a fun ride. Searing licks is what you deserve. I know how to inflict the right message. I know just how much to amp up to steal your pleasure, to make you hurt and cry and regret.” He swooped through the air again, and my warbled shout filled the room upon impact.