Red Hot Obsessions (228 page)

He huffed in impatience and set his fingertips on his hips. “Where...on your
body
?”

She curled her lips into an O and blew air out like the wind and breathed in slowly through her nose. “Oh, um, all over, but especially, um, especially on and in my, huhhhh … my vagina.”

“Forget the niceties. I want you to say
cunt
.”

She gasped and rubbed her cheek. “Nooo. That’s just so crude and nasty.”

“Right. You kind of bumped yourself up to the crude class when you laid down for mystery probes, now, didn’t you?”

She nodded and sniffed. “Yes. I’m sorry for being bad and loose.”

“So, do be
crude
with me. We’re all adults here. Being treated like a two-bit hooker must’ve turned you on like you didn’t expect, huh? Why else would you feel so guilty and naughty? Did you get wet? Did that cunt drip like leaky faucet?”

She closed her eyes for two seconds and bobbed her red face. “Uh huh. Yes. My c-cunt dripped like never before. Oh, God.”

“Did you come, Shayna?”

She nodded again and dropped her chin. “Yes.”

He lifted it, index finger curled under, and tears spilled down her face. “Listen to me. You feel guilty because you comprised on your standards. You can certainly have fun in life, but never, ever offer more to anyone sexually than what you truly wish to give in the moment, especially not for bitches holding you in a guillotine. And the same goes for guys promising you the world just to get into your panties. Don’t let people take advantage of you … or
force
you
to do anything you don’t really want to do.” He looked me in the eye at “force you” and my pussy caught on fire. His focus zoomed back to her. “And also, climaxes are special. Share them only with men, or women, who will appreciate the writhing of your treasure and the beauty in your moans. Orgasm should be as precious and guarded to you as access to your cunt. I can help you feel absolved today and less like a bad girl, but I want you to
ask
me for what you need to feel less guilty.” When she didn’t answer, his hand slid up and cupped her head around the ear. “Stop looking at the floor! Ask.”

She found his eyes again in a flash but remained silent.

“Are you just wasting my time here, or are you going to ask for what you know you deserve? You know you need to be punished. You’ve been naughty, and you feel like shit for it.”

“Yes, I do. It’s just so hard. And I’m scared. I don’t want to hurt.”

“Your
soul
is already hurt because you caved in both circumstances. Only some pain and tears will fix it.”

This wasn’t just a respect thing for her. I was more convinced than ever she held a deep-seated yearning to please. Logan was not any kind of authority figure to her, and yet, she was acting like he was. Because she elevated him to that spot. Above her. Just like I had. He was nothing to her. She could tell him to kiss her ass and bolt right out of here. But she was standing there shaking.

And it was pretty fascinating watching Logan go Dom on someone else. He projected hotness and prowess, making her quake in her wedges like that. He does that to me, with just a look in his eye or his voice. But how dare he treat her like me! She responded in kind, as any subbie would. She’s here to get spanked. That’s it. Not be dominated. That’s my treat! Mine. He’s supposed to be ordering
me
around and making me shake. Just me. And he didn’t even have the courtesy to call me after he fucked me so deliciously raw. I steamed and clenched my hands.

Shayna cringed, closing her eyes tightly and scrunching her face. “Um, I wish to pay up with God, you, and myself, so I can feel free and forgiven. Will you ... will you ssssp...aaank me please, Logan?”

“Most definitely. Are those the only grievances you wish to pay penance for?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Oh
hell
no! You can’t call him that. He’s mine.
He didn’t have to be so goddamn domineering with her. He detected the sub in her and teased it out to kneel before him.

At the spoken title, Logan zipped his attention to me again, catching view of my grinding jaw.

I gave him the finger with a defined jerk in the air and mouthed, “Asshole.”
I am yours. Just me.

His jaw dropped open, then snapped shut, and his eyes went volcanic. He. Was. Livid. And his diabolical glare swore my butt cheeks would be smokin’ by the time he was finished making me pay for that. My mouth went dry and a flaming boulder plunked into my gut and singed everything beneath it.

“You’re not the only naughty girl here, the only one deserving of a spanking,” he said steely. “Isn’t that right? Tell her what you did at Laugh Track, Addison, with her sitting right next to you.”

“No.” I shook my head and fired up off my seat. “No way. Screw you, Logan. That is
my
business.” My gaze volleyed between them.

Her eyebrows perked up, dammit. Of course they did. Her curiosity was spiked higher than ever.

“I was there too, and I saw it with my own two eyes. Shocking. I think your friend and roommate would feel so much better to know she’s not the only bad girl in the room. Tell her what you did.”

“Nooo,” I said through a clenched jaw. “I will not. Don’t make me.”

“You should be thankful I’m only asking you to
tell
her. Do it.”

My breaths were all huffs. “I, eerrr, I … fuck you, Logan.”

He had me mentally pinned in this wrestling match, and he was rather happy and satisfied about that, smirking like an evil imp, thumbs hooked into his back pockets.

“I left my panties in the bathroom, then walked around all free and open and fingered myself in the booth, okay? With you all sitting right next to me.”

“Oh my god! You did that? In
public
? With us there?”

“Yep. I ransacked my own damn cunt until I came because it’s so hot to sneak it in public, and I wiped the evidence on the seat.”

“Ohmygosh. That’s so disgusting. Why would you do that?”

“Because I’m bad, Shayna. And I like being bad. I just said I found it hot. It was so exhilarating.”

He was still goddamn smirking, but then he looked serious, taking on a shade of anger in his tone again as he said, “What should happen to bad girls, Addison, who sing solo and
come
in public or to brats who give people the finger?”

I sneered and cocked my head. My stomach turned to mush and my heart started pounding ferociously. “Um, they should probably be dealt with.” But I most certainly did not want to get spanked! No way. I wanted to deck him. Seriously.

“Yes they should. But that’s not the only bad thing you did. Tell her what you did at the party.”

I gasped, eyes wide, and I shook my head vehemently. “No. Why are you doing this to me? You cut me off without a lifeline. Why are you torturing me?”

“We’re dealing with naughtiness here. It shouldn’t go unpunished. No bad girls are leaving this room. And she should know why you deserve a spanking just the same.
Tell
her what you did.”

I growled and spit out, “I touched you, Shayna, at the party, all right? Me and that room attendant, Melanie, or whatever the hell her faux name was. We touched you first to warm you up. I fingered that pussy of yours, and I loved how you were reacting to the stimulation.”

Shayna’s face was all aghast and red, surely in anger
and
embarrassment. “Ohmygod.”

I looked at Logan and jerked my hands up. “Happy?”

“Nope. That’s bad, but surely not the worst of it, Addison. Do go on.”

“Errr. I absolutely hate you.”

“Spit it out, Addison!” he insisted, his arms crossed.

My huff turned into a growl. “And...and I stayed there, watching you get mauled and eaten out by those two guys until my number was called.”

“You’re holding back. Tell her the other yummy goodies?” His whimsical shove made me sick.

“Shut the hell up, Logan!” I stomped my foot and shouted, “No fucking way am I saying anything else. That’s it! I’m done. You’ve embarrassed me enough.” I snatched a pillow off the couch and hurled it at him. It whacked him in the face and fell to the floor.

He rushed me and picked me up by the upper arms from behind right as I’d spun on my heels to dart away. I screeched and flailed my legs into the air as he hoisted me up, carried me forward and shoved me belly-first onto an ottoman.

“Wrong. You
will
tell her. She deserves to know.”

“I won’t.”

He seized my wrists in one fist, dug a knee into my back, flipped up the skirt of my dress and slapped my ass.

“Ow. You can’t make me, Logan. Ow, let me go. You haven’t been around in days. I owe you nothing.
I
should be the one slapping you.”

“You owe
her
though. She’s your roommate.” He started smacking my bottom in an even, rapid beat, not hard, but firm and steady, surely to warm me up for scorching thunder. “I told you days ago that you should tell her and you still haven’t.
Clearly
. Say it.”

“Noooo. I’m not going to say it, no fucking way.” He kept going and going, never ceasing the downpour of spanks. I kicked my legs, clocking his leg behind me a few times, and squealed as his assault began to sweetly sting. “Ow.” My pussy clenched, but I was in no way turned on by this. I hated it completely. It was entirely different with me being pissed and him forcing punishment on me, like I was a naughty bride in some spanking cowboy romance.

His hand rained down. “Tell her that watching her lose her innocence made your panties so freaking wet. Tell her that you set her up to get spanked today with all your talk about it because the thought of watching someone get whacked has the same effect. Tell her that’s why you went to town on that girl at the party. I saw you, Addison. I could feel your lust for red. It made you jump out in the room. Tell her you’re a very bad girl too, and that you’re being a brat right now, and that your infractions are far, far worse than hers.
Yours
are bare-bottom worthy. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“No!”

And with that, Logan jerked my panties down to mid-thigh and began striking the sting he’d built already. I shuddered and shrieked. “Owww. Don’t.” Claps against my stingy flesh popped in the room like bubble wrap. My sit spots, my sweet spot and even the tops of my thighs all got it good and hearty. My burning thighs and cheeks jiggled at each hit, and I became a hot mess of sobs and shame.

“I’m bad, I’m bad, he’s right, I did all those things,” I shrilled. “And I’m slutty,” I choked out, my heart shattering. “I’m a spank fiend, all right? I like spanking. I like it a lot. I like to watch them in person or in movies and read about them, and I like to give them and get them,
usually
, but not now because I’m so pissed. Oww, oww. Stop, stop. I’ll be good. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Shayna, Please forgive me. I set this whole thing up, just so I could see you get pink. I made you long for it.”

“I forgive you,” she uttered like a mouse. “You’re not nasty, Addison. You’re the nicest, most giving person I know. But you
are
kind of being a brat right now. And you behaved badly. You just...need to be spanked. That’ll set you right again. Didn’t you say something like that? I think Logan should tear in and not let you up until you’re bawling your eyes out.”

What! I couldn’t believe she said that!

She beamed, her eyes wide and glimmering. She was biting her lip and clutching herself between the legs. Most people would’ve fled the room by now, chalking this exchange between Logan and I up to insanity at best, if not, abuse. But she was still standing there, holding herself, waiting for her turn. She was freaking turned on by me getting spanked?! That’s
my
kink, dammit!

The smack, smack, smack was the only sound in the room as I held my breath, but he picked up intensity and pushed me over the edge of what I could comfortably bear.

I
was
sniffling and crunching back sobs constantly now, and Logan slowed way down. When a wavy wail escaped me, his spanks dropped down to whisper-soft, and then it was just massage for me and feather strokes and the occasional pat. His hands edged ever so close to my pussy, yet he didn’t give me the sneaky bit of pleasure I craved. He kept touching me like his babydoll, rubbing me softly for several minutes until I was only emitting sniffles and an involuntary shudder.

He stood me up. When he pulled up my panties, I rubbed my bottom. “I hate you.”

“That’s enough rudeness from you...unless you wish to go another round.” The threat jingling in his eyes was disgusting and so jaw-droppingly sexy at the same time. Dammit, dammit.

I pressed my lips together and gnashed my teeth, with more graffiti scrawling on my tongue.

“I have another bad girl to deal with. Go sit in one of the chairs.”

I shuffled over to one and tucked my calves under once I sat. My lungs were still heaving without my consent. I shot darts at him with my eyes.

Logan sat on the ottoman. “Get over here, Shayna.”

She shuffled over like a preschooler who’s unsure about the treat she’s about to get from a stranger.

“Have you ever been spanked before?”

“No.”

“Here’s what’ll happen. I’m going to lay you over my lap, lift your skirt and warm-up that ass with light spanks and maybe squeezes. I won’t squeeze you though unless you tell me you’re fine with that.”

She chirped, “I am.”

What! Fine with it? Fine with any of this? Who was this freak of nature before me? What happened to the Chihuahua? She was all raging spanko now? What the hell!

“After the warm-up, spanks will pick up and start to sting. They’ll fall consistently and hard on your bottom. That’s just with my hand. Then I’m also going to use a hairbrush. I’ll keep going and not let up until you break through to release. It’s going to hurt like hell. Muscle through the pain. If you absolutely can’t, then say, ‘
Lilacs’
, but I think you can do it. If you want it on bare skin after the warm-up, tell me, and I’ll make sure you get it.” Just him explaining the details made me so hot. It was candy to my ears.

He grabbed her fingers and stretched her out over his lap. But she was at an angle with her hips over his left leg and his right leg clamping down on the back of her knees. “I’m sick of brats kicking me today. That’ll prevent you from flailing your legs.” He inched her skirt up, exposing her pert bottom fully covered in nylon.