Red Hot Obsessions (193 page)

“You lied to my father?” Logan roared. He charged at me, grabbed my upper arm and tugged me closer. His face, though overhead, now beautified inches from mine. His evident anger … and that
thing
about him, that demanding nucleus, yanked me into a riptide. I yearned to fall to my knees and hold onto his legs as I was sucked into his current of potency and away from the safety of all things familiar and heavily guarded. I knew precisely what I was looking at now, what kind of man he was. Despite his puppy dog eyes, there was no doubt in my mind. This was no boy next door. He was a god, a dominant force, a hurricane wind. The divine flames in his glare singed me deep in my abdomen and demanded I worship and adore him. If his grip weren’t on me, I knew I’d melt to the floor and fold myself in half before him, just because it felt so right. “Answer me, Addison. How do you like living with a bunch of bitches, who desert you when it really matters and get you to destroy property, lie, run around coatless, and dress in clothes a street walker would think better of?”

I have to admit, I was totally loving that he stuck with Addison over Addie and the way he said it with such a commanding punch. Mmm. My eyes stung at the sternness in his glare and tone. I flicked the inside of my lips with my tongue and left them slightly parted as I bought it to rest between my teeth and bit down. Those charms of might he possessed bored into my soul and stirred me up with their enchantment. Maybe he didn’t know it, but he was seducing me, pulling me, beckoning me to come out and play. Me. The real me. Saliva got hung up in my throat at my constricting swallow. I coughed and swallowed again, successfully erasing the tickle. “Um, I have to. Passing tests is a part of induction. They don’t let just anybody in. Being a Delta Gamma Goddess is something I’ve always wanted. My mom, my aunt, my grandma and her sister, are all DGs. You have to go through fire to get in, and this was a part of that.”

“They didn’t destroy property back then I’m sure. They did things to each other, sister-to-sister, maybe to frat boys. They certainly didn’t pull innocents into terrible antics. Do you even know why you’re here, why your lovely, vicious queen bee, Brianna, picked this house,
my
house, out of all the other mansions on the row?”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t know. I have no idea.”

“No, of course you don’t. You underlings are too wimpy or mindless to ever ask the whys. I’m a junior now like her, and our freshman year, she asked me out, and I shot her down. That’s the whole of it. And she’s been trying to make my life a living hell ever since. But I’d never waste my time on trash the devil tossed out. I can pick out a wicked, despicable soul in a crowd of thousands. The stench of Hades coils around their lying, skank tongues and turns my stomach. You are not wicked though. No, you are not at all, I can tell. But you, Addison ... are
bad
.”

The way he hitched ‘bad’ to my name in a lower pitch and let it linger in the air unadorned scorched my loins. He squeezed my arm tighter. My legs started to wobble and turned to mush maybe. Honey pulsed out of me. He was so close. Could he smell that? Did he know how goddamn hot and weak he was making me? His lips were so kissably close now and his eyes imprisoned mine with the might of fifty padlocks.

“You have been a very, very bad girl. For going along with this stupid, petty, vengeance Halloween scheme without even knowing why. For ruining the night of these fine gentlemen here. For chucking eggs at my house. For lying to my father and likely whining against his every right to call the police. For pulling Geoffrey away from his candy task that he so dearly loves. And for walking out of your house in nothing but your underwear. Don’t you think you should spend the night in jail for such shameful grievances?”

Jail. Right. Breath grated out of my nostrils because I knew damn well
jail
was the last place he wanted me.
I’m right. I have to be. He’s gonna say it.
His eyes spilled dark, erotic novels, the kind I avoided like GMO produce ’cause the last thing I needed bursting up inside was more ideas for kink. I stuck with vanilla sex or the occasional spanking scenario, but the latter usually made me feel sad at my perpetual state of pale. My head began to chime or was it the doorbell? Yes, the door. I shivered at the direction of this conversation but rubbed my shoulder to pretend it was a chill from the gust, as the front door was definitely opened. “Please don’t call the cops on me.”

Out of site, Geoffrey dished more candy out to giddy trick-or-treaters, who were thrilled to get what goodies they scored. Wow, they came out so late in this neighborhood. Maybe because there were a lot of mansions and big houses to hit with long, long driveways.

“I’ll give you a choice then, Addison. It’s either a trip downtown or over my knee.”

I swallowed hard. My god. He said it, confirmed it and shoved my 99.7 percent surety out the window with a wave of absolute certainty. My heartbeat ricocheted like a super ball in a one-car garage. If he couldn’t feel the sudden spike in my pulse through my arm, I’m sure he could hear it. The embarrassing percussion flooded my ears. It was so freaking loud, booming, throbbing, speeding, and he was so close, so close to me. I gasped and took a step back, trying to break free from his clutch, but he held fast. “Do you mean you’re going to sp… um … you’re going to...” Dammitall! My lungs tightened, making my exhales come out with volume. I was almost wheezing from an even mix of fright and arousal.

Amusement pranced in his eyes again at my misery. He actually found it delightful that I struggled to roll the words off my tongue. But he wanted me to say it. He flashed clenched teeth, a slight smile on his lips. He was prodding me, urging me like a coach, to say the words I dreaded to say because they exposed too much about myself, things no one on earth knew. Well, no one but Logan. And he knew the second he’d laid eyes on me. I was not going anywhere, and he was not, would not be letting go of my arm until I said it.

I cleared my throat and straightened my back and shoulders. I shifted my gaze from his mouth—rose petal lips and perfect teeth I imagined grazing down my neck and inner thighs—back up to his all-seeing eyes. I swear I gulped down chalk dust right before I muttered, “Do you mean spanking? That you’re going to spank me?”

“No.”

“No?” I cried, with the unfortunate lacing of annoyance. Heat engulfed my face. What the hell was all that then! A trip over his knee? What the heck did he mean? Was I wrong about him?

His barely-there but definitely-there smirk told me I’d reacted exactly as he’d hoped. “A spanking is something delightful and fun, some playful smacks you might get on your birthday. Or it might be something erotic serving as foreplay, that you can stop at any time with a cute, magical safeword.”

I knew where he was going and cast a sideways glance. The audience of poker players was unified in its silent watch, mouths agape and surely watering.

“I am saying, you can choose. Take a trip downtown
or
bend over my knee, which means, precisely, that I can and will rip down your panties and thrash your ass with whatever I want, for as long as I want, until you’re candy-apple red and wailing and screaming my name so loudly they can hear you in China. You won’t have any exit pass, sorry. You wouldn’t get that option with a
headmaster.
”

He knew. I twitched, fuck it, and he smirked again, more openly that time. He rightly assumed I’d know about safewords too. I’m not sure if
normal
people know their purpose, but his mention of it proved to me he knew exactly what kind of person I was, and that he had at least a basic knowledge of BDSM. He knew to say that and that it would leave me with a craving to press my belly to his thighs without even a hint of contest.

“This is a punishment. But, you deserve to be punished in a way you’ll never forget, for all of the naughty things you’ve done this evening. Don’t you agree, Addison?”

I juiced up, nearly swooned in delirium. Was this seriously happening? This hot guy was going to spank me? Over his freaking knee! And there’d be no way out? Did I get knocked out and land in a coma when I smashed into the ground? That was my ultimate, ultimate fantasy, the one that always made me come the quickest. Unable to speak, I gathered the hem of my skirt into my fist and squeezed because it was the only thing close enough to hold onto. Aside from him. “Um...”

“You cannot leave here without paying up. So what is your choice?”

Although I was turned on about giving up control and yielding my butt for his whims of pain and punishment, I was also scared out of my mind. I had never done that. I’ve never been brave enough to say the words, to ask for what I truly crave. I mean, how do you ask for that without coming across like the freak? Sure, I’d thought about it, a lot, but to actually do it, to go there? With every cell of my body, I knew there’d be no turning back. And I don’t mean with the spanking. If I did that, gave in to him, it would surely not only hurt like hell, I would also never, ever be the same. It would unleash the kinky sub devil inside me, and what if I couldn’t put it back? But getting chastised by the police, likely slapped with a community service order, maybe even kicked out of college? Yeah, that couldn’t happen. One night of blissful torment or the entire collapse of my life? Not even a tough choice. It was a risk I had to take. I’d just have to deal with the volcano.

“Um, if I choose Option B, will you keep the police and the dean out of this? Do you swear?”

“I give you my word. Your grievances will be settled. But you will need to insist that your House never does this again. I don’t care what you have to do to get that bitch to stop, just make sure that you do.”

Scratching my prickly neck, I looked at the table of onlookers. I couldn’t wait to escape their nauseating, horny gazes. Gappy’s cock already poked up in his pants like a flag staff. Good god, he was still rubbing it, more than before. Logan would take me up to his room, or maybe he had a whole wing I don’t know, and do his worst ... his absolutely wonderful worst. “Okay.”

“Okay, what. Spell out your choice, in front of these men.”

Dizziness jingled in my head. Damn. “You are right. I have behaved poorly and deserve a fitting punishment for my misdeeds, so I, Addison Montgomery, … surrender … to your knee … and am willing to receive whatever pain that entails, and I will make sure my House never does this again.”

“Fine,” he said coldly.

When he released me, I massaged circulation back into my arm. I searched his eyes for warmth or satisfaction with my choice, but it just wasn’t there.

“Walk out of this room, continue to the right down the hall and turn right again at the end, into the dining hall. Bring an armless chair back here.”

My lungs began to quicken, body, shake. “Wait. Nooo. You’re going to spank me here?” I looked at the table of gawkers, every one of them beaming like the Cheshire cat, then back at him. “You can’t! I didn’t know that was a part of the deal.”

“Certainly. It’s my father’s house you egged and his guests you disrupted. I think it’s only fitting they get to bear witness to your severe correction. Don’t you agree?”

“Um, no, I … Can we please settle this matter privately?”

“No. Do you wish to renege?”

“No, but...” I was nearly hyperventilating. Moisture clawed out of my tear ducts and gathered on the lids. “Please, Logan,” I begged, hands clasped together.

“Go get the chair, Addison.”

I shut myself into darkness and took deep breaths. Tears finally spilled, leaving wet trails on my face. One slid toward the corner of my mouth and I caught it with the tip of my tongue. Those five words, so decadently spoken in a lower octave, his tone, so resolute and unflinching, punched my gut. I was crazy, totally insane, because, like a robot, without the option of declining its designer, I opened my eyes, spun on my heels and did exactly as he asked. I had to. From somewhere deep inside, this block rose up, leaving me unable to resist. I couldn’t. I have no idea why, but I yearned, ached to make him happy, to not let him down. No, that wasn’t entirely true. In all honesty, I wanted him to find me worthy. Maybe then, my life could begin, and I could be free from the strangling confines of a vanilla world that would consider me a deviant or a mar on the hear-me-roar mentality of womankind. In spite of the horror and humiliation I felt about being spanked in front of these drooling farts, I also couldn’t wait to feel Logan’s hands on me. As I pictured laying across his legs, zaps assaulted my stomach and spiraled downward like beautiful, glowing streams of fireworks.

On the way back to the game room with the chair, I was shaking so badly from the emotional collision, I nearly dropped it three times. Trick-or-treaters at the door noticed me, and Geoffrey turned toward me, candy bowl in his hands. It was better that I couldn’t see his expression. It likely held a vomitus smile, or maybe a scowl, because he was stuck on door duty instead of free to watch the show.

Logan
made
me do this, go get this chair, to heighten my shame. And it was working. I gulped down gravel and tried to disguise my tremble and walk smoothly into the room of waiting, wide eyeballs, but I knew I looked like a trashed vagabond with Parkinson’s.

As I made my way over, I zoned in on Logan’s hands, so clean and smooth, nails perfectly short, but surely not from nibbling. This dude had balls of steel. And with balls on my mind, suddenly, I saw myself on all fours in front of him, sucking the skin of his sac and taking an entire nut into my mouth, where my tongue could roll around it like one of those big, round lollipops you see at the drugstore. Banana split came to mind. Did guys even like that? With the twisted way my mind bent, who knew. Gosh, I was disgusting! I didn’t even know this guy. Why were his balls in my mouth!

“Very good, Addison.” His eyes gleamed and his lips tilted into a comical smirk, all Bruce Willis-like, as if he knew some joke I didn’t … or exactly what I was picturing.

A bouquet of flames bloomed in my face. I hope he didn’t actually know where his balls just were. God, what a slut. I set the chair facing the poker table in front of the couch that faced the players, but Logan turned it away about 30 degrees. Great. I knew then that he was right handed and that the present company would get a much better view of the smacking action and the reddening of my butt.