Red Hot Obsessions (219 page)

SORORITY PLEDGE 5:
A Rider of Delight

CHAPTER 1

Horny. Right. He should do something about that. Like, I dunno,
fuck
me maybe?
I hoped my lust wouldn’t spoil this night and get me into deeper trouble with my beloved Sir. My heart was already drumming rapidly due to the fact that I wasn’t able to get away right after the comedy show. It was an hour later before the opportunity finally arose for me to steal off for some sexy D/s time. Plus, I had to dress and primp in my car. I knew I was in for it for
coming
, in
public
no less, without his permission. Would he be furious at my lateness too? Most likely.

I smeared dirt along the hem of my gown and ripped it in spots to give it more of an aged look, then brushed my hands clean. Hopefully, this looked more weathered, like I’d been traipsing through the forest for days. I wanted everything to be perfect. I hiked up the rows of baby blue and took off in the woods close to the carriage house. I ran as fast as I could in my button shoes.

The air was already quick to bite at my fingers and toes. I hoped Logan would find me soon so he could whisk me out of this cold. Yet, at the same time, I dreaded running into him. I just didn’t know what to expect.

It didn’t freaking matter anyway.

When I rounded a clearing, he emerged from behind a tree, sword drawn out to the side.

“Good evening, my lady. Stay where you are. I cannot let you pass.”

“No. You
will
get out of my way, commoner.” I marched forward to storm around him, and he seized my arm and yanked me closer.

“Not on this night,” he insisted with merriment. “You’re coming with me, my lady.”

“What are you doing? Unhand me!” I gasped, tried to push away and clutched my chest when he wouldn’t let go. “If you so much as yank a hair from my scalp or break a nail, my father, the
King,
will have your head and serve it up to the dogs. Release me at once.”

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.” His wicked laugh lifted into the air.

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Your protector of course.”

“Says who?”

“The
King
, as a matter of fact. He hired me to track you down and bring you home where you belong. The forest, so dark and deadly, is no place for a woman of nobility and questionable virtue.”

“Huh! Questionable? How dare you! Get your grubby hands off me, cretin! I’m not going anywhere with you. You can bring
that
back to my father. I’m sick of being surrounded by guards all the time. I’m tired of not being able to go where I want, see who I want, do what I want.”

“Do? Like the male peasants who weasel up your skirt, anytime you desire.”

“No! Don’t be so crass.”

“It’s not
me
who’s crass, my lady. You weren’t finding it such a deplorable thing by the stream two days ago. Frisky fingers made it into your most precious vessel. What else I wonder.” When I gawked he said, “Yeah, I saw. You are a sloppy runaway with no sensibilities or awareness. I’ve been following you for days, and you didn’t even realize.”

“Let me go! You can’t do this to me.”

“What else have you been doing in secret? As it stands, you’ve been a naughty, improprietous girl. Disgraceful. And very, very filthy. I’m going to make you pay for that.” His hold on my arm squeezed tighter, he whirled me around and folded me in half with a push to the ground, my arm bent back behind me.

I struggled and shrilled. “Ow. Let me go, this minute! My father will chain you up in the dungeon and see that you are whipped until you can no longer stand,
especially
if you hurt me.”

“Mmmm. Whips and chains. Speaking of which, the King is paying me handsomely, to not only catch you … but to punish you, anyway I see fit.”

“Punish me? What the–”

“That’s right.” He lifted the dress of my gown away from my ass and pushed me down harder. “I’m going to make this bottom burn, Princess. You’ve had him worried sick about your wellbeing, and you will suffer immensely for it.”

“Let me go!” When he released my arm to change his hold, I took advantage of the break and launched forward, but I didn’t get very far, only landing flat on my stomach and ending up with fistfuls of leaves and dirt in my clutching fingers.

His fingers dug into my hips in the next breath.

“Ow.” I growled.

He flipped me over, and I smacked his face, hard. His jaw mashed tight in fury, either mock or real, but he didn’t even look stunned as he seized my hands and fell on top of me. He rolled onto his back, spun me 45 degrees as he sat up and pinned me over his lap on my stomach with a more brutish twist on my arm than before. I tried to wrench free and kick, but pain shot through my shoulder every time I moved even a fraction.

I yowled. “Let me go! You are not punishing me! You are not! Let me go.” In the struggle that felt so real, my pussy was on fire and my lungs, uncooperative.

“Shut your lips and stop fighting it. It’s happening. Right now.” His hand fell firmly on my butt over my undergarments.

God, I was so freaking hot. “Ow! No.”

He let that hard smack stand alone for several moments, then he laid in and began peppering my cheeks, first, half-heartedly for a couple minutes, then, hard and fast, hurling me into a state where it stung beyond belief. Slaps kept coming and coming, flying viciously into my covered rear. He was warming me up with unrelenting heat, and it hurt like mad. I wasn’t sure if he was spanking me into a pit of hellfire like this because of the role or because he was super pissed at
me
, Addison. But this wasn’t fun by any means. Either way, I did deserve it.

“Ow, ow. Stop.” I squirmed. Regarding the level of pain I enjoyed and was able to stand, I could already tell he wasn’t going to be content with letting me stay in my safe zone for very long while playing in our D/s box. But would the pushing be for my benefit or for
his
? He hadn’t really put me to the test yet. “Let me go! You can’t do this to me! I’m a child of the King.”

“Right now, you are nothing but a bad girl, who’s in for a night of hell at my hand. Starting now.”

Suddenly, he switched from his hand to something hard and firm like a small paddle or a mighty brush. I have no clue where he got it or what, precisely, it was, but the sucker lifted up a scorch as he pummeled my tenderized flesh. I screeched and squirmed. He pinned my kicking legs by moving and shifting his right leg over them. He pressed down and dug harder into my back with his fist too. Now I had no way to wiggle out the stings. I had to just absorb the pain, hit after hit.

“Ow, ow. Stop! Pleee-hease”

“Oh, but we’re just getting started. It’s going to be a long night for you, Princess.”

I wailed for the next five minutes or so as he paddled me hastily and indeed made me burn, inside and out. He chucked the implement, whirled up and around with a shove to his feet and swung me over his shoulder with little effort.

“Let me go! I will slash your throat, you beast!” I was truly crying, but thankful for the walk to the carriage house that would give my butt a minute or two of reprieve. I hated when he turned my own damn kink on its head and made me loathe the pinking I usually loved as much as breathing.

It was a good thing he found me when he had. As soon as we started forward, the sky spilled cold tears, and they fluttered down my back and neck, stirring up a chill.

He carried me into a welcoming warmth and slammed the door, stealing me away from golden splays of moonlight and casting us into darkness. Either his eyes adjusted quickly or he knew this place by heart because he rushed through the room with stealth and ease. He whipped me over his shoulder but cradled the upper part of my spine in his palm and forearm as he lowered me to the floor. I’m glad I’m not allergic to hay. The sweet scent of it was inescapable and pungent. Quilted blankets were beneath me. I struggled and fought, kicking and punching him.

He straddled me, pinning my legs, and gathered my wrists in one hand. “Stop fighting me. It will only make your punishment worse.”

He had a ribbon noose ready for my hands. He slid it over them together, then wrapped them up with a few more passes and staked the ends to the ground above my head with three hard clangs. His package was right between my legs. And my bucking up only made us grind together and breathe faster. He laid on top of me, paralyzing what little mobility I had. But
he
didn’t stop moving. He was hard now and rubbing roughly against my slit.

“What a naughty princess. I’ll bet anything you’re wet in there. Aren’t you glad you have me to straighten out that whorish mind and bratty attitude?” His features emerged somewhat as my eyes grew accustomed to the lack of light.

I spit in his face. “Shut up. You are an incorrigible pig!”

He fingers dug, hard, into my inner thighs, making me writhe and yowl. “I don’t care who you are, if you insult or spit on me again, I will make you bleed.” He yanked the skirt of my dress up and bunched it around my waist. With only bloomers covering my arousal, I could feel more of him, grinding, grinding, grinding. Oh god!

I gasped and stopped struggling. “No,
don’t
. Don’t touch me! Please.” What a big, fat lie from my lips. He sounded deadly serious. And I was getting so fired up from the realism of this harsh, “non-consensual” play.
Man, hope there’s more of this aggressive dude thing in store for me. He’s so hot!
But my need to be filled with the love sword of a rogue was becoming unbearable. And I didn’t just want him inside me, I wanted to be “forcibly” taken. With his words and breaths more gruff and serrated, I could hear the lust and hunger brewing inside him. He wanted the same thing. He wanted to mutilate this dress and ransack my hidden folds of desire. My yearning for exactly that hitched up so madly, I shook and my throat itched to cry.

He ripped my petticoat off and peeled my bloomers and stockings down, making everything between my navel and feet birthday-bare. He sat up again, staying astride my legs, and drew circles with three fingers right on my sex. His warm, smooth skin on mine felt heavenly.

Fuck me. Oh, fuck me please.
Since we were
acting
in a fake scenario, he probably wouldn’t. And I wasn’t sure how to encourage him to go for it and to blast into my wet, hot hallow that literally ached for him like nothing else. Maybe if I pissed him off some more? Or became a hellion he couldn’t resist. “Stop it! Stop touching me,” I yelled. “Stop it this instant!”

“Shameful. You are slick for love, my lady. I’d venture to guess, surely hitting accuracy with my arrow, that
stopping
is the very last thing you want me to do.”

Mmm. He was damn right about that. His touch was maddening and pulling my lids closed with whispers to sink in and enjoy it. To my utter sadness, he tore his fingers away, got off my body and began lighting some oil lamps. I did kind of like the illumination, but I wanted him back on top of me, and I wanted him barging into my crevices or ordering me to suck him dry.

As skinny flags of waving firelight cast orange glow around me, I took in my zone of capture. The stall was an old and weathered greyish brown and about 10x10. I pulled at the stake above my head, but my hands didn’t budge. I kicked my legs. “You
will
let me go! I insist!”

“Now what fun would that be?” He tugged down rattling chains that were attached to hooks in the ceiling, and I thrashed to stay out of his other hand before he secured me, but I was no match for him. I twisted, but he jerked my left leg at the same time, firing a jolt of pain through my calf muscle. He ripped off my shoe, which fell to the dirt with a thud, and my undergarments that were bunched there.

“Ow. Stop!”

He held my leg against his chest as he threaded ribbon from the chain to my legs. Setting my foot flat on the ground, he wrapped the ribbon around my bent knee several times, then spiraled it down my folded leg, securing my upper thigh about seven inches away from the back of my ankle.

“What are you doing? Let me go.”

I kicked his upper back with the heel of my free foot.

He then smacked my inner thigh so hard, it snatched my breath and bred tears. He was not kidding around. I didn’t expect for him to be
so
into his rogue role. He was unbearably sexy.

He yanked off my other shoe and that side of my stockings and kept at his task, hammering two long pins into the ground right by my arch. Then he spread my bent legs apart and continued lacing the same ribbon around the other leg in reverse and tethering my knee to the other dangling chain. He came back down and clanged six more pins to the ground, two by my arch, and four along the span of ribbon between my spread legs. He added another set of satin ribbons around my bent knees to tug them further out at an angel and tied those ends to hooks in the wooden walls. My legs were stuck in this position, bent at the knee, fixed apart and spread open for anything. I would guess this must be similar to what a spreader bar feels like.

I throbbed and seeped down below as he stood and looked down on me. “I hate you. You are a loathsome scoundrel.”

“No doubt.” He puffed through his nostrils. “But that’s enough vicious bile from your lips. You will address me as
Sir
from now on. Got it?”

“The hell I will. This is brutish treatment! Spanking me to red and now chaining me up like a thief? You are nothing but a sick troll.”

“What did I say about insults?” He lunged at me, stopping in a crouch by my head, and he squeezed my cheeks hard in a very tight grip, one that hurt. A lot. Through clenched teeth, he spit out, “You
will
call me, Sir.
Sir.
Nothing else. Do you understand me?”

“Ow,” I said through smooshed fish lips. Blubbering sobs and tears percolated out of me because I was truly scared now and hornier than ever. I stopped trying to seduce him and decided to let him do whatever he wanted to do, even though I knew I’d ache miserably under the weight of my own cravings. That’s what a sub is supposed to do, especially in a scene, bow, only to be
led
. I knew my bad girl lust would get me into trouble. It’s been robbing me of the ecstasy I know comes with surrender, but no longer. I’ve felt it several times already when I’ve given myself over to him. I can’t even think of anything that compares to its beauty and the joy it brings. I feel so safe in his care, even as he guides me through surprises, and even into pain, surely. I am
his
.
All
his. I got a little high just from squelching myself with those words of resolve.