Red Hot Obsessions (212 page)

When he came out, I inhaled his sexy man soap and moaned. It hit me like strong drink, intoxicating me and causing an addiction. I could plant myself against his flesh all day and just breathe. The closer he got to me, the more heady and wonderful it became, and it entranced my tongue to wiggle. When he dragged knuckles down my arm, I mewed and set the frolicking tip between my teeth. With my sweater on, his skin wasn’t even on mine, but his caress still sent popping bubbles on a journey throughout my body.

He turned me around, and I kept my eyes on his face, even though my lateral vision told me he was only wearing boxer briefs. The sculpture of him begged for sweeps and grabs, but I ignored the call. His muscles were clearly intent on dooming me, and I didn’t appreciate it. He touched my face with marshmallow gentleness and kissed me just the same, all soft, slow and sensual. He bit my bottom lip, and I groaned when he reached the perfect level of pain. Pressing me against the corner, Sir slid his hands down my breasts and torso then skimmed over my sides and hips. I shivered at the sensations taking me to seventh heaven. He crushed me to the surface as he spread my legs and hoisted me up, his thumbs cupping the edges of my sex. When my feet lifted off the floor, he pushed until my thighs were parallel with the floor and fully open to him. He came closer, chest against mine, and I wrapped around him, with my arms and legs vicing his back.

His loaded cock aligned with my hot sex. I wished I were in panties at least. These jeans were the cruel work of Satan. Might as well be a chastity belt. They blocked my throbbing cunt from the hard cock of my beloved, which was poking out of his underwear and sliding against my seam. I winced, thinking about how much that must hurt him, but he didn’t seem deterred or uncomfortable. He ground into me, slowly, pushing his hardness up against my horny holes. He kissed my lips and shifted his hold until he was clutching my ass hungrily. The rocking up and down was as deliciously sexy as the sawing back and forth we did in the woods. It would be so much better skin-to-skin though, even if he didn’t slide in.

“God, Addison, I wish I could rock you like a babydoll … and fuck that pussy for hours and hours in seven different ways.”

“Do it, Sir. I want you. I know what I said, but—”

“You’re here for spanking and
more
spanking.”

“Fuck the—”

His mouth seized mine in a ransacking kiss and he carried me over to the bed.

What? Was he actually going to do it!

He smashed me down on his mattress, but I wouldn’t let go of him, so he fell on me and ground against my crotch as he plundered my mouth and manhandled my breasts. He circled his pelvis again and again, moving harder and faster with a pushing up motion, pressing roughly into my perked clit.

“Uh, fuck me, fuck me, please,” I whispered.

We were soon out of breath as we rubbed together and grabbed at each other with lusty hands.

“I know you want it. You’re so horny and hungry for my cock to blast you into nirvana, you’d even go against your stated wishes to get it, to get filled and fucked like my slut?”

“Yes. I want you so bad.”

“Open your mouth.” He slid up my body, knelt over me and jerked off right over my face. It was the hottest sight ever, and he was cranking, fast and vigorous. I imprinted that to my memory, so I’d know how to handle him when he asked for a happy ending. He grimaced and grunted. I closed my eyes, and he came and squirted my lips, tongue and cheeks. I ran my tongue over my lips, and he swept the cum off my face, a streak at a time, and dragged his index finger across my teeth. I devoured it all and sucked his fingers clean like an eager pet.

He rolled over, landed on his back, then huffed in frustration and rubbed his face with his hands.

“Did I not please you, Sir?”

“You are amazing, Addison.”

“Then why do you seem upset?”

He set his arms by his side and, when his touch met mine, he stroked my knuckles with delicate strokes from the fingers on his left hand. “I’m just showing you.”

“Showing me what? I don’t get it.”

“That I can’t last. Five, maybe ten minutes, is about all you’ll get,
if
that. For some reason when I masturbate alone, I can stave off, work myself up to the brink and ease off. I can do it several times. With diligence, I’ve even been able to do that for hours on occasion, but I just can’t stay stiff for long with a woman. I lose it. That’s why I aim to come quickly, so I don’t go soft on you.”

“How many chicks have you been with?”

“Um, that’s a tough question.”

“How is it a tough question? Do you not know?”

“Not exactly. Two that I went soft on a few minutes in and one I got the tip in and lost it, so three-
ish
. But I feel like I’ve never had sex at all. Not really. None that I thoroughly enjoyed anyway. That’s it. My illustrious sexual history, shrouded in my utter humiliation.”

“If you can stay hard when you’re alone, then it’s most likely psychological. You are probably over-thinking it and stressing yourself out. Have you tried pills?”

“Addison, I had one girlfriend here, and that relationship went nowhere. I haven’t had physical relationships since high school and can stay hard on my own. So what good would pills have done me? That’s not exactly something I’m cool with asking a doctor for or testing out on random girls.”

“But, you have
me
now. I wouldn’t care if you lost it, and I don’t care about this at all. It doesn’t matter to me. As much as I love your cock—and let me just say, it has plenty satisfied me so far, beyond my wildest dreams—I love the man it comes with. I love you, Sir. All of you. Every goddamn inch.”

“It matters to you though, if you’re being honest with yourself. You want me to claim you in every way imaginable, from making love to you for hours to fucking you viciously until you’re screaming and shouting out obscenities.”

Just hearing the words made my stomach pang with desire. “Yes, I do. I’m not gonna lie. I crave you and want you to consume me. I want your body on me. I want you all up inside me while looking into my eyes, or pounding me from behind, or laying beneath me as I do bouncing splits over you. I don’t even care if it’s for five seconds.”

“Five seconds would frustrate you.”

“No,
never
would frustrate me. You, solely, are responsible for my satisfaction. Just you. I can’t even masturbate without your permission. So yeah, never would piss me off. It would be different if you couldn’t at all, but refusing to try because you’re scared is just plain dumb and selfish, especially when we’re in the boyfriend/girlfriend box. Your time frame, your whims, your rules. That’s all I have.”

“You’re right.” He ran his fingers through my hair and down my jaw. “It is selfish. I just don’t want to give you a quickie, Addison, especially not our first time.
Your
first time. You deserve to have it be amazing, all scorching and lengthy and beautiful.”

“If it bothers you that much, you could try hypnosis. Or if passion is building when we’re in that box, let’s just see what we end up with while engaged in foreplay and not sex. You keep aiming to come fast because you think you’ll lose it, but what if you don’t. What if it’s different now, if
you’re
different? Maybe dominating me throughout the rest of the week is the key to helping you stay hard and go long. If you were lacking that huge piece of expression, suppressing it, then perhaps it affected your ability to perform like you wanted. What if what you needed all along was a bad girl to straighten out and fuck into submission? One who’s still due the rest of an erotic, maintenance spanking, Sir.”

“Mmm, maybe.” He rolled on top of me and tucked his face into the crook of my neck. “Maybe you’re right, especially about the domination thing. That makes sense. I’ve honestly never been hornier. And if that doesn’t do it, I never even thought about hypnosis. I’d be willing to try it though.” He stroked my arm. “God,” Sir growled in my ear, “you have me so pegged. As a Thorndike, I always aim to be strong. I hate looking weak or incapable in front of anyone ... especially you.”

“You’re not weak at all. You’re human and not a robot, thank god. And all of this is new to both of us. I don’t expect you to have everything figured out. I don’t expect you will be rock-solid and stern 100% of the time. I don’t expect perfection. I like all of your sides, and I like that you’re real and not fantasy-perfect. Trust me, I do. And I can’t wait to explore all of our boxes.”

He kissed my lips and stroked my arm with his knuckles. “Same. I love that you refuse to let me wimp out, that you yield to me anyway, even though I don’t have a clue about so many things. I’ve never felt this connected to anyone.”

“Neither have I. That’s why I teased you into insanity and had to make you mine. That’s why I was so upset when I came at the party. I thought I lost my shot, forever. I’m so glad eggs brought us together.”

He chuckled and left light smooches along my collarbone and across my chest, right over my sweater. “Better than that. Brianna did. And here she’s been trying to make my life hell. She gave me the most wonderful gift of all. You are spectacular. You’re not playing me, are you? Doing this to get your swank room or getting leverage to destroy my once and for all?”

“No! I’m exactly where I want to be, Sir. I’d never do that to you. Please don’t ever doubt my devotion for you. Please. You thinking like that slashes my throat. Do you think I’d take marks all over my body for
them
? Despite what you may think, I do have my limits.” I was so crushed he’d even ask or think that at all. I kissed his forehead and his lips traveled up my neck to get to mine. When he lingered there, I spread my legs apart and wrapped around him and ground into him.

“I’m sorry. It just makes me nervous that you so perfectly fit into my fucked-up niche. No one ever has.”

“I’m fucked-up too. That’s why we click.”

He reached down under his waist and yanked my sweater up. As skin was exposed to his gaze and touch, he munched his way into my bra, ravished my nipples for a while and worked his way down to my stomach. I squirmed and let out a stream of giggles the further down he went. He pinned me down, fingers laced around mine. Squeezing his body with my legs, I laughed and squealed boisterously out loud.

After a couple minutes of making me suffer, he slid off my body to kneel on the floor and unbuttoned my button with his teeth as he stripped off my boots. Once my zipper teeth were torn asunder, he reached under my butt and tugged my jeans off my cheeks and down my legs. He feasted on my cunt over my underwear and pulled vocal rills out of me with his fervor. He nipped at me, and I yelped, pushing up into his mouth, prompting him to keep up the rough play. He continued to bite all around my lips and on my clit, and I moaned out and rocked into his assault. “Uh, yes.” My panties got soaked from his saliva and my own arousal. I shook as his lusty grabs squeezed my thighs and pressed them apart and bent them back. “Uh, Sir … Sir! Uh uh, ohmygod.” Then I clamped my lips because I remembered all this play was for his pleasure.
His
.

He pushed his tongue up inside me, but his plunge was blocked and restricted. He persisted and pulsed in and out, then growled as he pulled off me and swiped off the lace barrier so he could come back and dive back in freely. When he collided with my freed flesh, it singed me with hot tingles in a million places with twangy streams of electricity.

I screeched behind my viced jaw as his slippery tongue tickled my walls unrestrained. “Sir.”

“No coming! Be good.” He stood, stripped off my sweater and peeled my bra down my body, not unhooking it until it was at the small of my back. He looked down on me, laying naked on my back before him in the firelight, and his eyes devoured me no less frantically than his mouth. “You are beautiful, so gorgeous. Strip me.”

That little command thrashed my core and took my breath away. “Yes, Sir.” I sat up and laid my palms and lips on his abs, then I caressed his whole torso, stroking his pecs with my fingertips and rushing down until his boxer briefs were pooled at his ankles.

He flicked them off and climbed back on the bed with me and rolled me over onto my stomach. His nudges on both thighs prompted me to spread them apart.

“It’s time for the
erotic
part of your spanking, my sweet. You are mine, mine. And I’m going to have you knowing that every single second of your existence.”

He knelt beside me and laced my arms together behind my back with a long, wide ribbon that he pulled out of his nightstand. It crisscrossed from my biceps all the way down to my wrists. “So pretty. You’re a present I get to unwrap, right after I make you scream. Plus, I like having you somewhat immobile and oh-so vulnerable, my pet. Spread your legs.”

Ohmygod. I didn’t think anything could top, “Strip me,” but those three, little words made me drip hot tears. I pulled my thighs apart and lifted my ass a bit in anticipation.

He held onto my tethered wrists with his left hand, pressing me into the mattress, and his right hand came crashing down, hitting the spot where my butt, thighs and pussy converge.

“Oh.”

He did it a few more times, then his swing switched to land more horizontally into my cheeks so that each hit reverberated through my body and struck me with a hundred pleasant jolts. His bottom two fingers whacked deliciously into my labia, and I let out shouts of glee each time. He did it again and again, with a slow rhythm and firm swats. My moans of heat and desire filled the room, making me sound like the most sexually satisfied girl on the planet. Sexually satisfied from a spank. We created a beat of smack-aaahh, smack-aaahh, smack-aaahh, that was making me delirious and hot. His spanks moved down my thighs, landing on my sensitive skin. When he hit my left leg, I loved how his fingers clapped around and found virgin flesh on my inner thigh. It stung and bit in and made me shriek. Fun, so much fun, to have new stings. He fell in between my legs and lightly slapped my labia. I cried out and ground my clit into his blanket. He did it again and again, building up harder, until the sound changed to a splat.