Red Hot Obsessions (207 page)

A sigh snaked out of my lips as the corners turned up and exposed my teeth.

“Yes, that’s right. Someone was naughty again, and I, your Dom, spanked you with my hand and with a brush and with a paddle and with a belt. It was a very bad morning for you, Addison. And it doesn’t matter how you sit on that cushy chair, the very evident burn and heat in your rear won’t go away and it’s driving you mad. It’s all you can focus on, all you can feel. You’re clutching your chair with both hands and shifting slowly side to side, just trying to get some relief, but your upper thighs are stingy too. But, no, there’s no escaping the pain, no matter what you do. And before you know it, it’s 3-2-1 and you’re on live, forced to ignore that pain, not acknowledge it all. You need to smile, look pretty, and act like everything is normal and cool.”

My whole body shook in shivers and my lungs rose and fell fast. My pussy was roused by his words alone, by that voice alone. It started to weep and tears rolled down my crack.

“You’re hoping no viewers will notice that your welcoming sentences are more pinched today and there’s too much wave in your pitch. Words stream on the teleprompter and you are fully aware that thousands of eyes are all looking at you while you’re sporting a very pink ass. But, as horrifying as you find it, you’re titillated by it too. It makes me wonder how many news anchors are walking around with red bottoms. Have you ever thought about that? I’m sure, there probably aren’t many, but there could be. But maybe you are the only one in the world to be on the news with such a stingy secret, the only anchor ever to know a different kind of fire than the one she’s currently talking about. And every time you see and speak that word FIRE, heat radiates from under your sore butt and whips around your thighs and zaps your clit. And that’s not the only thing zapping you.”

He hooked his thumb into my mouth as it fell open and tugged, pressing down on my tongue. I moaned and wrapped my lips, tongue and teeth around the very-Dom offering. I think Doms are the only ones who do that, but I don’t know why. That tiny demonstration of power is so freakin’ sexy.

He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and licked the sweat off my hairline with the tip of his tongue, working his way down to my ear with a guttural growl. “Yeah, you’re hot now, aren’t you, Addison? I’m so tempted to touch you and bury my tongue deep into your cunt and lick your little clit until you’re shaking and screaming in my clutches. I just know you’re creaming more, which is making me rock hard. I’m so hungry for your wet, sticky dessert, all sugar and spice with a yummy splash of peach. Guess what. Uh oh, a red bottom isn’t the only thing you have to worry about. Nope. Remember that other zap? There’s one little thing I forgot to mention. It’s the other thing making you uncomfortable. It’s the tremors that are suddenly rippling through your walls. Your eyes widen and you begin to shake because there’s nothing you can do to stop the quivering current from the tiny vibrator tucked up in your pussy. And it’s little balled up arm is reaching outside and tickling your clit so cruelly like a cat tongue. And as we discussed before you left, you know it won’t stop until your segment is over.”

I was shaking uncontrollably. I was so terrified his sexy words would make me move. Waves rippled through my walls and tugged at them, drawing them to clench. “Uh, uuhhhh, Sir.”

“Yes, that vibrator is on, buzzing, shaking inside and punishing your erect clit without rest. I will not be turning it off, no way. You look over at your co-host, terrified he can hear it. Yes he can, but he’s not quite sure what the hell is buzzing. You’re only two feet from him. Now perked and alert, he can smell the peppery peach of you, he knows and scrunches his nose at you, because why is his co-host doing such a naughty thing at all, moreover on air. You’re squirming in your seat, your body is trembling as you tic off bullet points and your inflection is a freaking hot mess. Most of your viewers will probably be thinking you’re just having an off day, but, not everyone. There are Doms sitting in their Lay-Z-Boys at home, shoveling down their sub-prepared omelets, and they’ll notice and
know
. They’ll
know
that the reason you’re a falling apart at the seams is because you have a red bottom in that skirt and a vibrator stuffed in your cunt, and they’ll suddenly realize that that necklace you always wear is not really a necklace at all. And they’ll smile because they’ll know they’re looking at someone’s sub. They had no idea because you’re generally so composed and no one stops to consider that there might be anchors out there with red bottoms and stuffed cunts. But, now they know. They can see you for what you are, and you’re aware of that because I pointed that out to you at breakfast.”

My clit throbbed at the word ‘breakfast’, because it felt like this could be my future, like we were living together or something.

“I hold the remote control, Addison. It’s all mine. And that excites you like nothing else, more than the red, more than the vibrations, that you have no control. It’s unbearable now, that rolling, humming, quivering right on your arousal. You want to stop it so bad, but, but you can’t. And then … and then … uh, uh ... uh, you can’t … you just can’t stop … oooohhh ... the fiery rush, uuuhhhhh aah, that comes surging through your body like a volcanic blast. Uh, uh, ohmygod, Addison. It’s happening. Shit! It’s, uh, it’s so, it’s so freakin’, goddamn hot. Uuuhhhh. Ooohhh. Mmmmm.”

Hot fuck! I started coming for real! Logan was wrecking me! I came. I freaking came! Tears fell from my eyes, and my satisfaction, that usually danced the rumba according to him, found a quickstep that had me breathing crazy and shivering. I moaned and hummed. I came! From his words alone. ‘Ohmygod’ was right! My head was whirling and my nerves, tingling and crackling. Logan clapped down on my sex and clenched me, which felt amazing as the ache of my orgasm took over.

“Mmm. As your climax hits, you clutch at your thighs and launch your chair back on its wheels. You toss your hair with a head whirl and widen your legs as you explode in rapture. Shudder and after shudder tears through your body and spasms attack your pussy like never before which make you moan and groan like a porn star. Your skirt’s bunched around your hips from all of your squirming, and everyone watching can see the wet spot on your panties and the shaking going on there. I turn off the vibrator, and let you take in and relish the moment. Thousands of eyes are looking at you. And there’s no denying it now. Now
everyone
knows what a bad girl Addison Montgomery is and that she is my sub ... because you lift up the sign I’ve ordered you to, that reads: ‘I am Logan Thorndike’s’.”

“Aaaahhhh.” My pussy was still grabbing at air like a starving beast when he finished his story.

“Amazing display, my sweet. What a way to come.
That
is the look of my sub.” He kissed my face and he was still holding on to my dripping-wet folds as he said, “That was so wonderful, watching you get off on my filthy story alone. Such a sweet slut. My dirty girl. I hope you enjoyed your treat. I’m so glad you chucked eggs at my house and selected that trip over my knee. You are a special kind of special, the rarest gem in existence.”

I closed my eyes as relaxation washed through me. “Uuuuhhh, I did enjoy it. Thank you, Sir. Mmm, thank you.”

He kissed my face and caressed me. “You are most welcome. You are forgetting one thing, though, Addison.”

I zipped out of my high and stopped smiling. My eyes sprung open.

“Yes, you did a very bad thing. Very bad. You
came
outside of my presence, you came without my permission, you came in front of everybody.”

I sobbed, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It was just a fantasy, Addison. You will not be punished for that.”

“I can see myself in such a position though, and I just don’t want to let you down.”

“I know, I know. Do not fret, all right? Tomorrow night, I will help you learn how to control it and not come.”

I shook my head. “There’s no way, Logan.
Sir!
I know my body. I can’t.”

“It won’t be easy, but you will, eventually, be able to do it, even if I strapped a vibrator to your clit for three days. I won’t, but I have no doubt you’d be able to endure it. Trust me. You will learn, and when we’re through, you will be able to hold back for me … whenever or just because I say. You’ve been most impressive today and lusciously gorgeous, holding so steady for me in pose. You can move out of position now, pretty one.”

Relief washed over me, but I cringed when I tried to move. One would think my limbs would be grateful, but even moving them a half inch had me shouting in pain. “Ow, I can’t move. I’m so stiff.” Even the slightest shift made me feel like I would shred and tear.

“Here, I’ll help loosen you up.” Logan knelt between my legs by my feet, and then helped me bend at the knee, one leg at a time.

He let me rest a few seconds with my soles on the floor and slowly brought my legs closer together. Clutching my knees, he rolled my legs in small circles again and again, and then shifted his grip to my calves and pumped my legs in and out to relieve the kinks and stiffness. He pushed them up to my chest and drew my feet down past his waist. He did it again and again. Mmmm. I found the rocking so erotic, the slow, tender pumping, so like sex, no, like making love. I could tell he found it titillating too and had the exact same thought as me. A voracious hunger surged in his eyes and a slow pass of his tongue ran across his lower lip that I wanted to bite and suck and claim as mine.

He unbuttoned his polo and peeled it up and over his head. Fuck. His arms, his pecs, his abs all belonged on a god. He was my god, my LORD, my Sir … my Logan. My body ached for him and a pang of desire to ravish him shocked my gut with the ambush of lit firecrackers that kept on fizzing, popping and traveling down. I curled my hands, bound over my head by the chains of his command. My whole body yearned to feel him, to touch him all over. And I couldn’t sample, taste, caress, grab or pinch the treasure before me. It was infuriating and arousing all the same.

My shirtless Dom took hold of my calves again and drew ovals with my legs in slow motion. Pumping, rocking, rolling. His gaze seared me with its fierce, diabolical lust. He brought my knees up to my ears, rolled them around and around and bowed over me as he drew my feet back down past his butt. He gripped them hard, using his clutch on me to hover over my body. I knew by the insistence in his eyes to not let them drop, to hold steady. His mouth stopped inches, then a couple centimeters, from my lips. His kiss was there, so close, yet not coming to me. Errr. He rubbed the tip of his nose on my cheek, letting slow, hearty breaths whisk hotly over me, but his lips, his lips were too far away.

I gasped when his chest grazed mine, his naked chest. God, he rubbed his carved pecs against my sky-high nipples, as he lifted my chin with his nose and ran his tongue under it and up to my ear. He stayed there for several moments, just breathing harder and faster with his lips so close to my ear. His heavy wisps flogged my lobe with heat and his grip on my calves bit in. He suddenly let go. “Fuck this, Addison.” His arms flew under my head and back, scooping me up, as his mouth entirely possessed mine like he was dying of thirst. He shoved his legs out of a kneel and the weight of his chest and hard body crashed down on me. He crushed me to the floor with grinding. Our hearts beat faster and faster.

I loved the feel of his hot skin on mine, the entire top half of his body, a feast for the taking. I yearned to rip off the rest of his clothes, so I could feel every inch of him and see the rest.

His grabby clutches moved wildly over my head, face, hands and neck as his attacking kiss went savage with abandon. I growled at the ferocious onslaught that had him biting my lips and thrusting his tongue practically down my throat. “Touch me, touch me. Get your hands on me, now!”

“Yes, Sir.” That was his hottest demand ever! To be able to touch his skin. I tore at him in the same way, in his hair and along sculpted arms, his smooth chest and his back. I felt him growing rigged as he ground the cock in his pants against my cunt.

We were so heated and horny, we became a tangle of sweaty, messy-haired madness—teeth and hands and arms and legs moving everywhere. We laughed and smiled as our energetic blast of desire became a real wrestle for top position. He kept letting me topple him but made me fight hard for it. And he was making it more and more difficult with each turnover. By the sparkle in his eye, I could tell he was surprised that I was much, much stronger than I looked. Our grasps and squeezes and bites quickly morphed from what most people would call
normal
into feral grabs, so intense and frenzied and insistent that they caused jolts of pain that only heightened us more. Our laughter turned to grunts and yowls as we invented new kisses and holds. We bonded over our mutual agony and hunger for flesh. But as fun as this was, I was getting frustrated because I wanted him shoving that livid fire into my swollen cunt and he wasn’t. We did this for minutes and minutes and were out of breath and slimy and covered in red marks, teeth indentations and scratches.

After an excellent roll around his cock as I straddled him and a chomp on his shoulder, I surrendered to the bottom at his next toss down and pin and I stayed there, hoping he’d get the hint to have at me. He clearly wanted more fight, jerking on me to move and pulling my gathered hair in a rough yank, but forget this, I so wanted a fuck. I wanted to be fucked by my Dom so hard. Why were his pants still on and why was he not ramming me senseless?

“Where are you going, Addison? Why’d you stop?”

“I’m so, so horny. Uh, I want … I want you to fuck me.”

“No. We’re doing
this
.”

I whined, “Please. I need you so bad.”

“Too bad. Today you are my sub.”

“Yeah, but now, aren’t you...”

“I’m not fucking that cunt when you’re in submission! Not today! We agreed.”

“Please, Sir! We’re both so hot and...” I screeched as he pulled my hair harder.

“No. Look. I want this fucked-up round of Twister for a few more minutes, and then we can exchange massages.”