Red Hot Obsessions (201 page)

“Aaaahhh … Loooh...” I crashed my teeth together.

He broke off me, lifted his head up. My cherry-flavored juice streamed off his chin and puddled on the heightened flesh just below my navel.

I spat out, “...weeerrr. Lower! Please.”

He soaked me with cherry and went back to sucking and swirling and biting me too. He totally bought my switcheroo and did exactly as I asked and tapped the tip of his tongue right at my entrance. I gasped and shuddered when he shoved his way in. His tongue felt warm and slippery along my walls. My pussy involuntarily hugged him, loving the intrusion.

He did wonders with his tongue, putting the same fast pace on his slide that he used on the popsicle and even wiggling on the upthrust, which fucking drove me nuts.
Ohmygod.
Then he came off and wormed the cold treat back inside me, I
thought
to give me a much-needed break from his mouth, but he freaking slid the remaining nub off the stick and was right back to devouring me. Hot and cold filled me at the same time and fought for prominence, and with it off the stick, it meant he would not be letting up, like, until it was gone. I’d be stuck with this one guy. He had a steady rhythm of sucking for two seconds, then thrusting for five, which was firing up my arousal too fast. I tugged at my hand restraints and jerked against him but he didn’t budge. I should never have said “LOWER!” Never. Any other ending, no matter how ridiculous, would have been better than that. I just didn’t know he’d do it like this, or that it would feel so damn amazing.

Uh, crap!
Before I could stop it, I shot up and over.
No, no!
My pussy clenched his tongue in unwanted spasms, and I fought and struggled to move and shove him off. I tried to buck up and smash him in the jaw to get him the hell off me, but I couldn’t move. Plus, his head pressed down at the exactly the same moment, as if he’d anticipated my action and wanted reinforcement in case the tie at my waist broke free. “No, don’t. Fuck!” I was stuck there, pinned to a stupid, fucking chair, unable to escape the ties or my own betrayal and disobedience. “Fuck, fuck. Get off me.” He didn’t move an inch, he kept his mouth there, his tongue, buried deep in my heat, sucking that cherry juice from my hole, as I squeezed and squeezed around it and expelled fresh honey. I cried hard. “No. I wasn’t … I wasn’t supposed to come. He’ll hate me now. God, he’ll hate me, he’ll hate me.”

He sucked off every bit of dew and dragged his teeth over my sensitive clit.

I winced, then sobbed.

He stood and drifted from my body, but it was too late. I was a failure. An absolute whore.

A wooden stick clicked on the floor. A door slammed. More footsteps and also whispers left me confused, but I didn’t give a shit. The room fell silent. What the hell. Cold-hot dude didn’t even say thanks for the good time or that I tasted good? He didn’t even ask what was wrong or who
HE
was. He’d been so chatty too, not to mention, all sorts of creepy, just minutes before drinking me dry. He just used me for his stupid temp-play kick!

“You were enjoying yourself, so you shouldn’t have been nervous to come. Don’t be afraid of letting go. That’s the best part. I could’ve stepped in and stopped it.” While untying me, Kat said, “Did you forget your safeword?”

My hands free. I wiped my snotty face and shook my head. “No. I ... wasn’t afraid… I just didn’t want to come.”

“Why on earth would you not what to?”

Still crying, I cringed and creaked out, “I’m not allowed.”

“What a weird thing you are. A studly cowboy like that could get me off any day. I’m definitely trying a freezer pop sometime too. So hot. But for my adventure, I certainly wouldn’t want an audience watching. ”

“What! People saw? I didn’t even hear anybody, except at the end.”

“A few. I ask visitors to be still and quiet. It’s less terrifying that way, especially when the bound one can’t see. But don’t worry. They likely don’t even know who you are.” She untied me and stroked my face. “You got off easy on everything, compared to most.”

“Oh god. No, I didn’t.” I ran out of the cabana, bawling my eyes out.

Shayna found me half way past the pool and whirled me around. “My gosh, it was soooo amaaa–” She was glowing but now frowning. “Oh, no. What happened? Did you get spanked like that girl? Or worse?”

“Worse. I got popsicle fucked. And I … I came.” I hugged her hard and she stroked my hair and shushed me as I fell to pieces in her arms. “I wasn’t … supposed to. Not in front of anyone, much less in anyone’s mouth.”

“I did too. I never... I’m, sorry, Addison,” she said, her voice cracking in confusion. “Please don’t cry. It’s all over now. Was that your line?”

“No.” My heart and lungs cramped in a swell of agony. “It was his
,
” I whispered to myself.

CHAPTER 2

I was still torn to shreds emotionally when I finally tucked into bed at 3 a.m. At least I had a full Sunday to pull myself together. I heard a little crunch under my head when I crashed onto my pillow. I reached back, twisting, and grabbed it. Curious, I clicked on my reading light and unfolded the quartered thing. This definitely wasn’t mine. A note? All it said was:
I know what you did.

My heart leapt in my chest. What? Which thing? Terror tore through me as a current of mistakes and failures came to mind. And who knows? Who wrote this? Was this a threat? Or some kind of joke? Though I shuddered to think I might have done something to upset Brianna again, anything I imagined just didn’t carry the weight of Logan knowing or discovering what I’d done. I couldn’t bear him hating me. To look into his eyes and see disappointment and anger? But that’s exactly what I had to do. I needed to confess and at least try to make things right, and I couldn’t do that unless I was bold enough to face him. I despised being shut out by him, when all I wanted to do I kiss his lips and feet and lay across his lap.

Hand shaking, I turned off my light, snatched my phone and entered the hall bathroom. I didn’t care that it was freaking 3 in the morning. I
had
to talk to him. I dove into a search to find a Thorndike number,
any
number, that could reconnect me to that sexy voice of his. I gritted my teeth, as I kept hitting blocked, restricted, unregistered.
If I have to search under every rock on the net, I
will
find it.
I rubbed my neck and sat on the vanity stool, then flicked on the nightlight. I gasped and quivered at the words, taunting me from the mirror. I clenched my eyes closed and reopened them. The words, scrawled in red lipstick on the reflective pane, were still there, speaking to me. To
ME
.

Yeah, naughty girls never can sleep. Come get what you need.

My pulse quickened and hot coals singed my eyes
. Please don’t let this be a joke or not what I think it is. Please, please. His words.
Did he write that? How? If he was a House target every Halloween, and then some, there was no way he could’ve gotten into the manor. In spite of the impossibility, I knew it was him. I could feel it in my gut, in my bones. I wasn’t even creeped out by this, I was charged up with sparks that ignited into a thousand simmering embers. I stood and lunged closer to the mirror, gawking at the message and the shock on my face. I touched random letters with my fingertips, then bent forward, up on my toes, and kissed the word naughty. Somehow, someway, he wrote this for me. And not only did he write it, he was summoning me and promising me the discipline I needed and craved to feel better.

I pulled back and watched as I ran my tongue along red transfer on my lips. I smiled and muttered, “A naughty message on naughty lips.” I hustled back to my room, put my coat on over my flannel PJs, tugged on hiking boots and opened the window.

“What. What are you doing?” Shayna said, voice splintered.

“Sneaking out for a walk. I can’t sleep.”

“Oh, okay,” came out as a groggy yawn. She licked her chops and smashed her head back into her pillow.

Cold wind grazed my cheeks as I ran as fast as I could to the Thorndike Estate, down the roads this time. When I reached the gate, I grabbed a bar and bent over to catch my breath. “What do you want from me, Logan? How do I make things right?”

I searched all over for a call button. A piece of paper taped to the gate caught my eye. It was the same kind of purple paper that had ‘somehow’ fallen into my bed.
9AM,
it said.

What the–?
I tugged it off and turned it over. My heart flopped, then sped up its ticking when I read,
I know what naughty girls need.

Joy whooshed into my being. I pumped my fist and jumped. “Yes! Yes!” But elation was quickly crushed by a boulder of shame. I didn’t know how I was going to face Logan or what I would say, but at least now, I had the opportunity to try and plead for forgiveness. “I’ll be back,” I muttered and blew a kiss into the air.

I darted home, snuck back in thru window. Shay didn’t even stir that time. And Renee was always dead to the world. A parade could come through and she’d miss the whole thing.

I tossed and turned, trying to think of what to say.

I awoke with a start and a sigh. Logan had beckoned me. Yes! Hopefully these notes meant that he and I could become a THIS. Nothing in the world would make me happier. But, which bad thing did he know about? Did he know what happened at the party? That I came? Well, I’d just have to find a way to make it right. Every cell in my body was buzzing in the imminent thrills to come.

I was so excited and nervous to meet with him, in fact, that not only did I drop my own tray at breakfast in the cafeteria because the house didn’t have so much as an oatmeal packet in the kitchen, I spun into some other dude’s tray too and plastered
his
food and drinks all over the floor. And of course, of all the people to slam into, it had to be the one person with 5 goddamn cups of milk and three bowls of those stupid, little wheat puffs. 5 cups! And that’s not counting the milk in his cereal! Who drinks or needs that much milk?!!! Just attach a hose to a cow and suck away, dude. By the time I apologized and cleaned up the mess, my eyes and throat scorched from the wretched clock telling me it was already after 9! I should’ve just headed over early, skipping breakfast altogether or being content with that stupid, bruised apple in the crisper, but I didn’t know how long Logan intended on showing me exactly what it is that naughty girls need. I ended up not eating anyway, and now, I was freaking late.

Sobs were scratching their way out when I ran right through the opened gate. I bobbed on my heels at the door as I rang the bell. “Don’t be mad, don’t be mad, don’t be mad.” I expected Geoffrey to come out and greet me, but I got nothing. I rang again.

I jumped at his voice, Logan’s voice, which I hadn’t heard in days, as it flew out of a speaker. Even though he snipped, “You’re late,” zaps swirled in my stomach. “We’re alone. Come in, Addison.”

Addison … Addison.
I quaked as I opened the door and let myself in. Scattered red and pink rose petals showed me my path, and I followed it up the stairs and to the left. I felt like I’d walked a half mile by the time I turned a corner. I hit a smaller hall and walked in through double doors. My stomach scuttled and my shoulders tightened.

Shimmery champagne walls and sapphire blue and cream linens and tapestries welcomed me. I gawked at the sea of blue satin on the humongous bed. With its scrolled bars hugged by cherry wood, it would be perfect for ties of leather or silk or chain. Of course I’d think that, turn his bed into a trap, but I’m betting that’s why he got this particular bed. I’m sure it’s exactly what he envisioned when he saw it. Aside from the bed though, and that was only
with
imagination, this bedroom was not anything close to a dungeon, sadly, or really all that bold or exciting. The couch was ornate and the TV ginormous but everything was streamlined and simple. It was full of the basics and not ostentatious in the least. Two windows swallowed much of the walls on either side of a grand fireplace that had a carving of facing twin angels riding dragons above the waving flames inside.

My breath caught when I took in the site of him reading the paper on the golden Victorian couch off the hearth. He was dressed so casually in black slacks and a striped charcoal polo, which made his sculpted, tan arms drool-worthy. Not knowing if or where I should sit, my eyes drifted from the couch to the blue chairs across from it to the ottoman between them to the black shoes on his feet. Should I bow before him on the Oriental carpet? That’s what seemed most appropriate, most fitting. I shuffled towards him. When I stood several paces away, glue grabbed my feet and fixed me in place. Sobs in my esophagus scrambled for release.

“You’re late,” he snapped.

I wanted to say, “I know,” and explain, but a flood of sad snickers came out of me instead, and I covered my face with both hands. Being late was only
one
sin on a long list of grievances. Wavy sobs bubbled out, and I curled my fingers against my flesh.

“Addison, what have you done?”

I cried, “Too many bad things. I’m sorry. In addition to being late, I’ve lied and cursed. I’ve dressed like a fuck-hot slut, wearing the shortest skirts I own, in
case
I ran into you, so I could bend over and tease you and shake my ass in your face. Last night at a party, I spanked a girl without mercy and loved every minute of it, and I came in the mouth of some guy I don’t even know, with his tongue buried in my cunt, even though you told me not to come for anyone but you. I don’t even know what he looks like or what his name is. That’s the most wretched thing. To be walking around going is it him, is it him, is it him? I came. I came. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Please. I’ll die inside if you don’t.”

“You didn’t
mean
to come? How does that work exactly? How does some random guy’s tongue get buried in your ‘cunt’ in the first place?” He stood up, strode forward and stopped at my side.

I shivered when his hand pressed gently on the small of my back.

“I told you how precious coming is. I stressed that it was a gift. I said,
specifically
, that I was greedy and wanted it all for me. Even if you and I are never a THIS and I have not claimed you, that wouldn’t matter to a person like you, you’d still be compelled to ask for release from a dominant’s expectation or demand. And yet, instead of
asking
, you go stuffing your quiver into mystery mouths. And now, here we are, with you feeling guilty because you didn’t ask. I’m really disappointed in you, Addison.”

The word
disappointed
plunged into my heart like a dagger. “I know. You cast me out after an amazing night, and it left me adrift and so horny. I was invited to this Close-to-Sex party that promised a kinky, good time,
if
I was simply willing to submit to some kind of mystery pleasure, which is
soooo
me, you know it is. The other advantage to the obvious outlet of desire, was that going would lessen my loyalty trial. I never should have gone though. It was stupid. ”

“Stupid indeed.”

I finally looked up and searched his eyes. “Please tell me how to make it right.” I dropped to my knees and hugged his calves as I wept. “Please. Even if you toss me out right now on my ear, and ignore me for ten years, or forever, that does not, would not change my longing to please you. I did not want to come there, not in front of people like that. I just wanted a little fun and to get hot, that’s all. Your line was,
is
, totally mine. You are so right, I
am
the type who’d be compelled to ask for release. And I’m sorry I broke your rule and arrived late, Logan. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll do anything you say or ask to make it right.”

“I know you are sorry and willing. I can see that. You’ve been a very bad girl, Addison, but I don’t doubt how regretful you are. Stand up.” I immediately rose, and he clutched my head to his chest and wiped my face as tears streamed out. “I will fix everything, all right?” I did not deserve his tenderness, but he held me and caressed me for several minutes, until my involuntary sobs fell into silence.

His warm lips surprised me, making me jerk, when they suddenly tickled my earlobe with the spoken words, “Take off your clothes.” His hot breath and the insistence in his tone made me tremble.

I pulled away and looked at him, and then at the stark sunlight splaying through the windows. “What?”

“Your clothes. Take them off.
All
off.”

Slammed with a pang of anxiety, my core clenched.
Entirely naked?
My breasts were decent enough but not exactly pinup-worthy. Though I was one month into nineteen, I looked more teen than woman. What if he didn’t like what he saw? Words of protest pranced on my tongue, but I refused to even acknowledge my reluctance at all. I stripped off my coat, chucked it, and quickly lifted my shirt up and over my head and tossed it on the floor too.

“You could be a little more sexy or smooth or excited about it. What’s the rush? I’m not a doctor or a pervy vagabond with a knife.” He started walking around me, circling me like a shark.

“Sorry.” I gulped and quivered.

“Panties next. Give me a better show this time. I wanna see you reach up into your skirt and slide them down. And bend over when you do.”

“Um...”

“You certainly weren’t shy last night. What’s wrong?”

“I’m,” my lungs were heaving, I was so terrified to say, “...um … I’m not … wearing any.” That came out brittle, and heat rushed up my neck and swamped my face.

His eyelids distended, opening wide. Rapid bursts of air suddenly pulsed out of his nostrils, and he licked his lip. Damn, he looked so sexy when he did that, and even more so, when his fired-up gaze dropped below my waist. It whisked over me like warm fingers. I didn’t dare drop mine, even though I ached to. I’d bet anything I just made him go from semi-stiff to rock-hard, and I wanted to see, to know for sure if I’d affected him that way … with my panty-free, bad-girl naughtiness. “How convenient and lucky for you that’s the way I like it.” He dove up the back of my skirt, grabbed a fistful of my ass cheek and squeezed hard, tugging me closer.

I cried out in pain.

“Bra next.” His mouth smelled like mint and caramel coffee.

He held onto my ass as I undid the clasp. With him right on me, I hesitated for a moment and slid the red straps down and off slowly, batting my eyes at him. When my bra hit the floor, I tossed my hair over my shoulders with a whirl of my head and the tickling whoosh made my breath quicken like his. I was suddenly so aware of my skin’s vulnerability … to whatever punishment or delight he intended to give it.

His eyes swallowed my boobs. Though I’m not stacked to Porn Land, I take it he found my treasure worthy enough for plunder. He let me go and walked around me to inspect and scrutinize my breasts from every angle. Once in front of me again, he flicked and kneaded them. “Some savage beast feasted your tits too?” He pinched each nipple hard and made me cry out. “Hmm. Quite roughly.”