Red Hot Obsessions (233 page)

“I think I should bind your legs so you won’t kick me or thrash around.”

“I won’t mean to, but I might kick. You are so thoughtful. Secure me please.”

After adjusting the horse to my height and securing my spread calves with leather cuffs, he paced and lectured me on breaking his expectations and letting him down. My legs wobbled in this exposed position, and he let me know how exposing it was in extreme, face-flushing detail.

His knees snapped as he crouched behind me and set his face right near my ass. I shivered when he blew on my bits with cool then hot, huffy air. The stream of contrasting oral winds as he opened and puckered his lips flew between my hills and lapped at my dewiest petals. He drew even closer, his nose practically in my crack and blew me into insanity. I shrilled in delight. My legs were shaking like mad against the wooden frame. I didn’t think directed air could feel so arousing. He wasn’t even touching me yet this heavenly attention was making my cunt ache and throb with desire.

“Aaahh, that feels nice. Thank you for pleasuring my kitty, Daddy.” All my breaths started to emerge with moans attached, and I was quaking so hard. If I weren’t strapped in place, I likely would’ve melted to the floor and begged for action with his fingers.

I was involuntarily squeezing, begging for more extreme stimulation, and he stopped and straightened up, respecting my wishes to not be pushed to orgasm. But I kind of wanted to know if that would get it done.

He started pacing and lecturing me again and made me wait for the spanking I craved.

I seeped in anticipation. And my lower lips, hanging there, open to his sight between my spread legs, felt all the more swollen.

“I will give you fifteen whacks with the paddle. You do not need to count them, but you may.”

“Yes, Sss... Daddy.”

The first slap, hard and loud like a clap of thunder, took my breath away and forced out a, “Yow.” For now, I liked being fixed in place and forced to take it. I didn’t really feel like counting them out loud. I wanted to just sink in and enjoy each of the paddle strikes into my flesh. A softer hit crashed into my sit spot, but it twanged deliciously through my exposed bits, slapping them with a blast of pleasure. I moaned at that one. After letting those two stand on their own with a long pause in between, a smattering of hits smash, smash, smashed into me. Uh, the robust sound, the biting blast against my flesh and the sparks fizzing through my core at each impact were fantastic. He reached eleven, and I wanted to weep because it was almost over. My entire body quaked and tears of desire hung on my swollen lips until gravity pulled them to the carpet below.

I blocked my ass with my hands. “No! No more, Daddy! Stop! Please. I’ll behave. I swear.”

“You’ve been a slutty girl, sweetie. You know you need and deserve this spanking. Move your hands right now! Five more whacks for you.”

I beamed and shuddered in delight.

“You know you’re not supposed to block me. This’ll fix that temptation.” He quickly bound my hands together with a bandana. “Be good.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

The rest of the spanks to fly my way were firm and stingy, landing on my globes, thighs and vulva. The last hit was an excruciating exclamation point to remember. I yowled and started to cry at the sheer beauty of this spanking. He was definitely a great spanker, but honestly, not that much
better
than Logan. But it was perfect for me. I don’t know if I could handle the butt blasts Master Michael delivered. I did
not
want a black ass. The following two days after my brush spank in the bathtub were not fun for my butt, especially with Logan having added on new layers of pink at every given opportunity.

Jason unstrapped my legs and set my hands free, then swept me up into his big arms and carried me to the couch. He nestled down beside me, cuddling me and stroking my head.

Still crying, I sniveled on his massive chest and kissed it. Then I felt guilty for kissing it and slapped my lips.

He tucked himself back into his pants and buttoned up.

Other than some compliments from him and a clarification on my overall well-being, we didn’t really speak for several minutes. He just held me and ran caresses along my hands, down my back and across my bottom. I clutched onto his upper arms, scratched his tattoo, listened to his heartbeat and drank in his scent that was more amplified and manly with the emergence of sweat. I didn’t want to go. I was so proud of myself, that I was able to sub with someone else. I felt comfortable and I had fun. I fully engaged with Jason and was able to not think of Logan. Not much anyway. My afterglow felt glorious. The warmth of sunlight spilled through my being and hundreds of butterflies flitted on my skin. “Man, that was fun.”

“It was, Addison.”

We turned towards one another and hooked legs together, and he massaged my ass with cream. When he was done, he chucked the tube onto the recliner.

I drew my right leg up and ground and slid my thigh into the underside of his package. “Did I please you, Jason?”

He slapped my ass. “Yes, bad girl. Cut it out.” I stopped with a gasp, and he snickered in my ear. “I enjoyed it more than I imagined I would, considering the constraints I had to work in. What’d you like best?”

“I loved it all, even as far back as when you telling that guy I could toss him out on his ass.” I started tearing up. “You are amazing. I’m so … sad for you though.”

He ran fingertips along my hairline. “Why are you sad for me?”

I blotted the corner of my eye and wiped my nose as it started to seep. “Because … you would make a great, full-time Dom for someone. You didn’t even touch me, except with the paddle, and
now
, for the aftercare, and you made me feel capable of being a good sub in my own right. That was my whole purpose in coming here. I thought it would take me weeks, and you did it in one night. You respected my wishes and made me feel special and adored, and you did exactly what I wanted and asked for and nothing more.”

“That’s why I work here, honey.”

“Really? So this was, like, nothing? Just a forgettable night on Dom detail?”

“Sort of, but no one is ever forgettable, especially finger-fucking beauties with auburn hair. I connect every time. I teach, I build, I cause pain and delight, I humiliate and shame, and have fun while I do it. I just don’t give every bit of myself in the process. Not yet.”

“Do you ever want to?”

He kissed the top of my head. “Of course, but don’t feel sad for me. I love my life. I just haven’t yet found a woman who’s not only cool with what I do but who can also, on her own, give me what I desire. I believe the
right
one will guess my fantasy correctly and give me what I want, before I order it. She’ll do it because she must. Right now, I enjoy flitting around and staying unattached. The one thing it doesn’t award me is head.”

Doubting he was serious, I burst out laughing. “What! Are you kidding me? I’m sure you could get all the head you desire here”

“Not really. Sure, I can get a slip-and-slide any time I want
,
but it’s not the
kind
of head I want. That’s so empty. I crave to have a woman who wants
my
cock specifically,
mine
, where she’ll suffer in agony if she can’t suck me dry. I
love
to be worshipped, and it’s all gimme gimme around here. No matter how much I ache to fuck a face, I won’t give that treat to just any hungry whore who will go slack-jaw for any random Dom. No, I want hunger and adoration and lust for
my
cock. And I can’t seem to hit the right balance. I want cock adoration but not sticky devotion for my dominance. I’ve been BJ-celibate for seven months now. Lately, I haven’t found a sub lately who’s worthy of my stuff.”

“Well, it is
good
stuff. I get where you’re coming from. And as far as playing around freely, it’s probably easier if you’re the one on top. I don’t know if I could be like that, submit to man after man.”

“I don’t think you could do it either. Your heart is too loyal. That’s a beautiful thing though. You have so much devotion. He’s a lucky man.”

“Yeah, if only he weren’t such a shithead.”

“What did he do that pissed you off?”

“He, uh,” I didn’t want to trash him in case he frequented here, so I went with, “he just wasn’t there for me following our first official scene that we planned out, and after he took my virginity.”

“Everyone’s a work in progress. He’ll get his shit together, and if he doesn’t, he’s nuts. There’s a world of Doms who’d slay dragons to end up with an eager, loyal sub like you. If you love each other, if what you have is special, then you should give him another chance and try to make it work.” He suddenly gasped, propped up on his elbow and stared over my shoulder, at the wall maybe.

“What?”

“Um, just throwing this out there. Is your Dom
Logan
by any chance?”

“Logan Thorndike?” I cried. “Yes. Why?” When he nodded, I lost it. “By any chance?” I recoiled and tumbled off the couch in shock. He lurched up and grabbed my arms to help me up, but I scuttled back to break free and got up myself. “Fuck yes! How do you know that? Ohmygod. Shit! Did he set this up? I thought
this
was all mine. My move, my choice, my chance to be my own.”

“It was. I promise you. I had no clue
you
were
his.
”

I glared at him and shook my head. “Yeah, whatever. And how do you know
Logan
exactly? Does he come here?”

“We’re friends. I’ve known him a long time, since T-ball in first grade.”

“Friends. Right. Un-fucking-believable. Did he tell you to look out for me? You expect me to believe that you honed in on
me
in an entire room full of subs?” I turned away from him, cleaned my tits off with wet wipes that were on the end table and stuffed them back into my corset.

“That’s exactly what happened. You’re new and you have auburn hair, and plus that last-chance creep was manhandling you. That’s why. That’s it. Logan called me earlier to explain what an ass he’d been after your first scene together and to ask me what he should do. When you said that just now, I got rocked with deja vu. ”

I spun back. “And what did you tell him?”

“I said he should do
anything
he has to do to make it up to you and to
fight
for you. Look, Addison. He’s been at XX three times since college. Three times. Think about that. This is Dom heaven right here, practically in his own backyard. And you know what he did each of those three times, in this space that speaks to him? He sulked. He
sulked
, when he could have had just about any girl over his lap or tied up for a flogging. He did
try
. He had his thumb tucked in a kneeling girl’s mouth, and he didn’t see what he wanted in her eyes and ended the scene five minutes in. We grew up talking about what excited us, about what we wanted in girls, so I know. I know the kind of girl he likes. This place is full of them. I have no idea why he wouldn’t move, why he wouldn’t just up and make it real for himself, in the flesh, when dominating is the one thing he wanted more than anything. He won’t get specific about that with me. But, I
do
know you broke through his dumb funk with your sassy ass and made the temptation irresistible. Look.” He pressed buttons on his phone and handed it to me. “See for yourself. You sparked a reluctant Dom, and he couldn’t stay away from you.”

I grabbed it with a huff and looked, even though I wasn’t initially sure what I was looking at. A text from him?

I finally popped my spanko cherry. I OTK’d an egg hurler & got my dream bad-girl spank! Oh my God—it was that freaking Kitten from the Quad! Hotter than a blaze & totally worth the wait. And her pussy is so SWEET. Mmm. I can still taste her lush on my lips.

I sighed that he had mentioned “Kitten” me to Jason before he even
knew
me. And I loved his writing voice. His dirty text made me swelter. We had written a few things back and forth, but we definitely, definitely needed to be sexting!

Finally! Shit! You tapped that too? Is she subbie like you thought?

WAY more than I thought. And she damn well knows it. That’s what’s so spell-binding. She’s so embracing of it, so ready to go.

Well, maybe now YOU can start and be the Dom you are. Take her.

No way in hell.

WTF! Lameass pussy!

Fuck off, J! I’ll call you...right after I jerkoff to her scent.

Hmm. I wasn’t the only one who ran solo that night.

On the day before the party Logan texted: Shit. She’s not letting up. She keeps flirting, begging for a slamdown and my hands around her throat.

Hey, ice the balls, dude. Not ALL subs like to be smashed and strangled—keep that in mind.

No, I know. SHE actually wrote that! (Please shove me to the floor, Sir, and don’t take your hands off my throat or let me up until I admit all the dirty things I want done to me.) Is she hot and subalicious or what? I don’t know if I can hold out.

With all the notes I’d given him, I totally forgot I wrote that. I felt bummed that he hadn’t done it yet.

Then DON’T. You’re an idiot! That’s all I have to say. Come to XX and get her off your damn mind. You won’t f-ing shut up about her.

Because I can’t stop thinking about her. I want her in the worst way. Kitten’s so famished. I can smell her sweetness every time she shakes her ass in my face.

Go get some!

I might. I told her to not come for anyone but me. DG’s in Frat Fray this year. I bet she’ll show up at Maxi’s. Thanks for the invite, but I want to go and see if she’ll be true to me. Have fun.

And if she’s true???

Then I’m fucked!

At 1 in the morning he wrote: I’m so fucked. I made her come (incognito) and she cried. She’s mine, all mine. Though Doms do the claiming, SHE claimed ME. I’d have to chew her out or officially release her to get her to unlatch. No way in hell could I do that. Hmm, looks like I have a sub.

Yes, you do, Sir.
I didn’t have to read anymore. Tearing up, I handed the phone back to Jason and sniveled right before I said, “Thank you.” I was not crying out of sadness, but because of the beauty that somehow found me. Logan waited for me. That’s why he wouldn’t go Dom in the flesh. That’s why he was in misery at the club. He looked around and tried to play but didn’t feel connected to any of it. I’m sure he kicked that club subbie to the curb because of her lack of personal devotion to him, the kind I had for him instantly. Jason wants it for his cock, while Logan craves it for his whole being. With his trunk of goodies in wait, he found everything he’d been longing for in a naughty devil on his couch. And yet, he loved me enough to let me go, to explore my submission, even though he could potentially end up with nothing or in a worse place than where he started.
He loves me!