Red Hot Obsessions (211 page)

CHAPTER2

Hand shaking, I pressed the password on the keypad near the gate at the Thorndike Estate. As I opened and closed it behind me, I swear it groaned, “Bad girl,” at me in a parrot’s squawk. I dashed to the home and let myself in with the key Logan had given me and pushed in the alarm code. I stalked up to his room and was startled to find his door wide open. He said his father was away and no one would be home, but still, how could he sleep like that? I liked the closed-in space of my room.

Sir was still asleep and didn’t stir from his on-the-back, hands-clasped-over-his-gut position upon my entrance. A satin sheet was messily draped on him. One leg poked out, his dark blond hair stuck out in random spots, and his torso was entirely open to my gaze of lava. I stood, breathless, watching his chest rise and fall in the luminescent intercourse of moonlight and orange radiance from the fireplace. He sure liked that fireplace, one that easily switched from wood burning to gas-generated flames, and he looked divine in its cascading waves of light that danced across his body like my tongue wanted to do.

My Lord looked so beautiful, it magnetized me. My face burned and my pulse pounded in all my erogenous zones. The corner was my ordered destination, but god, the strong invitation had me shuffling to him instead. The dark blue sheet dipped down so low, it gathered in a bunch only an inch past his morning wood.

I stripped off my coat, let it sail to the floor, ripped back the sheet, bent down over him and basked his cock in my wet warmth, taking every centimeter into my mouth. I rode back up, snaked my tongue around him and lightly massaged his balls with trembling fingers.

He woke up, moaning, and let me stay here and enjoy the carousel ride.

When I drifted my flitting fingers across his stomach, he seized my wrist, and I jerked. “Naughty girl.” I pulled up and slid off him. “You know where you’re supposed to be.” He sat up, swinging his feet to the floor, and shoved me to my knees. Luckily, a long runner buffered the impact with the wood beneath it, but I honestly wouldn’t have cared if it hurt because I was so thirsty to give him more pleasure. “You hungry cock worshiper. You want this for breakfast? I’ll
make
you eat it then,
my
way. Open up.”

My walls clenched at his words.

He shifted up to his knees and straddled low on the bed to line up with my mouth.

I shivered. When I opened wide and stuck my tongue out, he grabbed my face, slid his cock back and forth along my tongue slowly for several moments, until we both slicked up, then he drove in his fullness, following the track into my throat.

With his entirety in, he stayed there for several moments, letting me appreciate his length. I shook and gagged as he pulled out. It was too much to take all at once like that, with him in control. I asked for this. No, I pretty much demanded it, not only with my outburst yesterday, but my blatant disobedience this morning. He massaged my tongue with courtesy and gentleness for a while but was soon done playing nice. He yanked on my braid, pulling my head back, then grabbed my head with both hands, braid still in one fist, and pounded away, sliding rapidly in and out. As he uncomfortably breached me, drool poured out of the corners of my mouth. I couldn’t breathe, but I swallowed once, squeezing around him. I nearly choked at the tightness and tickle. Just when I thought I’d pass out from both a blocked airway and utter elation for being used like his own personal fucktoy, he slid back, keeping just the tip in. I gagged and munched down around him involuntarily as I took in rapid breaths and regained equilibrium. Tears from the scratch and burn in my throat streamed down my face.

He waited for my mouth to stop moving. “More?” he asked.

After a cough, I circled his tip with my tongue and nodded enthusiastically.

“My dirty sub.” He let me rest for five more seconds and went back to assaulting my throat, making me dizzy and hot. I moaned, until he drilled me like a jackhammer. It was unbearably uncomfortable, and I was constantly gagging. The only thing I could do was hold onto him and take it all with glee. I saw stars and my head jingled. He backed off but didn’t pull all the way out. I clutched my neck and took deep breaths to squelch a retching.

Once I steadied,
I
went for him this time and started sucking him wildly, and he groaned like a beast in heat. He let me build him up until he was wobbling.

He grabbed my head, hard. “Stop! That’s good. I wanna save up. You were amazing, taking all of me in like a devoted subbie.”

My lips still around him, I was careful not to catch teeth on the ridge as I pulled off, and I pressed the middle of my tongue over his tip. Not wanting to move away, I grabbed his hips and stopped moving. I lost tears that he let me stay here and worship him. I didn’t want this treat to end but conceded when he pushed on my shoulders.

He stood up on the floor before me.

I nestled down onto my heels and looked up at him with warmth and light splaying through my body. “Thank you for your gift, Sir. It’s such a joy to service you. I’ll delight even more when you let me finish you off.” Though it was more painful than I thought it would be, elation flooded me for taking my first face-fucking so gracefully and for not doing something embarrassing like weeping or vomiting on him. I bowed and planted kisses on the tops of his feet.

“Very good, my pet. Stand up and turn around.”

When I did, shivering in anticipation, he molded his body to mine. “As much as I appreciate your adoration for my cock, you need to
obey
, Addison.” Chills surged through me as he stroked my arms gently with strong hands that also packed plenty of punishment heat, should he choose to deliver it, which he probably will. He rubbed me over and over, so slowly and softly, then reached around to the front of me and unfastened the belt as he nibbled my earlobe. My body quaked from such a delicate touch. I knew it was about to switch. His deep voice swamped me with heat when he said, “Good. You brought a toy for me. It’s always nice when a bad girl comes prepared for punishment, in case she slips up. Put your hands together behind your back.”

I did, smiling at the command.

Sir wrapped the belt around my wrists several times and latched it, then walked me to the corner by the arm like a prisoner. He stood me a foot away from the convergence of walls and kept me faced to it. “It’s corner time for you, to think about what you’ve done.”

He left me alone for ten or fifteen minutes to ponder my failures and impending consequences.

I sighed when his hand slithered down my back. After unfastening my jeans and yanking them down, he knelt and tucked his fingers into the strings over each hip and pulled my panties down to gather with the denim cluster at my feet. I shivered at the exposure, with his face right there. He kissed and bit each cheek. “Do your butt bruises hurt?”

“Uh, mmm, only with pressure, Sir. I’ve been rubbing in the Honey Bun stuff you gave me, and it’s helped. The ice kept the bruises from flaring up and getting uglier.”

His finger floated through my wet slit and I moaned as he slid in a little. “Good. Have you been this aroused since I fucked your face, or did you start getting wet in the corner?”

“Since you had me on my knees. It was so hot. I was hating yet loving every minute of it.”

“Shameful but not surprising, coming from my little minx. Now I want you to kneel, legs spread, feet together, so the gulf between your legs creates a large V, then you are to lean forward until your forehead is on the floor and press that ass out and keep it lifted and steady and ready for me to either touch you between the legs or swat you with whatever I wish. When I tell you to bow, this is what I want, except untied hands should be outstretched, palms up. A remark to rest means you can draw knees together and lower your butt to your heels if it’d make you more comfortable, though you can certainly stay elevated and crudely displayed for
my
pleasure. You will normally be nude for this, with no clothes hanging on you at all, but I want it to look like I just stripped that ass and didn’t fucking care about the rest, which I don’t. That ass up and waiting for me is my only concern. As it should be yours.”

God, that made my insides sizzle.

“When I say kneel, get in the same position, but stay upright, chest out, eyes and chin tilted toward the floor. If your hands aren’t tied already, they are to be clasped together behind your head or crossed behind your back. This always leaves you open for my touch, toy use, or bondage. I will specifically tell you if I want your thighs together instead. Right now, you may be tempted to bob or writhe, especially since this might strain your legs again, but don’t drop your ass at all. Stay steady.”

“Yes, Sir.” Sparklers of arousal fizzed in my belly as I followed his instructions.

“Did you understand everything, every detail?”

“Yes, Sir.” I arched my back to press that ass out obscenely for his delight and smiled when air whistled through his teeth. My holes and cheeks were his for the taking, and the morning coolness and sense of vulnerability was already lapping at my bits. I had no clue if this was a punishment spanking, a maintenance spanking or if he was going to keep me here in pose. To just have his attention, my spirit soared. A burn had already crept into my thighs, and my walls tingled and clenched in a sexy, slow beat. He walked into his closet and I heard him tinkering in his chest of kink.

He came back and reminded me, “Hold steady.”

I jerked and cursed under my breath at my jolt when a feathery wand stroked along the swollen lips presented to him. The fluttering, twirling caress made me gasp. He tickled my clit, and then wavered it along my labia like he had a shaky hand. He whisked my back and inner thighs, which made me giggle, and then he returned to the playground between my legs. This kind of tickling was delectable.

He, next, ran a small vibrator over my dewy petals and clit. He kept massaging me with circles and dips until the slickness of juice could be heard with each thrust. The attention from my Dom had me swooning. My breath started catching, even more so when he ditched plastic for skin, the pad of his middle finger now sweetly rimming the entrance of my core. “Mmmm.”

“You’re making such sweet honey for me, baby. I need to taste you.”

“Aaaahh,” rushed out of me when he ducked behind me and possessed me with his mouth. My lips puffed up and throbbed as he pulled them with strong suction and licked the wetter interior ones with slow strokes simultaneously. The tip of his tongue sliding deliciously everywhere made me quiver. My moans came out brazen and wild, and just when I thought I’d shoot over the moon and groaned, “Yes,” he pulled off me and smacked my ass.

“Greedy much? That was for
me
. You are here for
my
pleasure and your maintenance spanking. You won’t be coming this morning.” He knelt at my side, pressed his hand on the small of my back and began smacking and massaging my bottom.

I beamed as he peppered my flesh and took his time drawing it up to hot. Once I got there, the spanks grew louder and more intense, but they were still not even close to punishment level. He was painting on the sweetest light sting. My maintenance spanking lasted for at least five glorious minutes but contained plenty of kneading, massaging breaks that always left off with delicious dives between my thighs. Erotic indeed. I shook and panted in pleasure.

“Stand up.”

With my hands bound and body leaning forward, I struggled to stand.

He grabbed my arm and helped me up, then he undid the belt around my wrists. “Hands on the wall, stick that ass out for me, give me a nice target.”

“Yes, Sir.” My pussy squeezed as I did what he demanded. Both from the turn-on and utter nervousness, breath labored out of me.

He drew furious X’s on my presented globes with the thin belt folded up. They didn’t hurt at first because the implement was not very hearty, but he was relentless and swift in his swashbuckling whacks, leaving no part of my cheeks un-kissed. “You don’t like thin and willowy? Too bad, you’re getting it. You took it upon yourself to suck my cock when you were supposed to head right to the corner. This is for disobeying me instead of doing as I asked. You’re lucky it’s not the cane meeting your backside.”

Soon, the sweeping diagonals and stripes, as they mounted and multiplied, began to bite and burn. Leather kept coming and coming, lash after lash, without an end.

I was sorely mistaken to ever consider this belt
weak
. It killed. Finding an even greater intensity in his arm, Sir introduced me anew to the belt’s hidden might, while still managing not to leave rows of welts. He had the perfect blend of strike and restraint. My legs quaked like crazy, and I yowled and winced in pain. I locked my knees to keep myself from crumpling to the floor.

Maybe perceiving my peril, he stopped and swept delicate fingertips across my rump. “Mmm. Pink on pink. So pretty. That, sweetheart, right there, is your best blush yet.” He pulled up my panties and jeans and patted my tenderized cheeks. “Go get a chair from downstairs. I’m gonna take a quick shower and I’ll be out soon to deliver the better part of your spanking.”

Better than that?
As much as it hurt, I loved it all. I loved the different types of spankings he delivered to me. My face and pussy burned. “Yes, Sir.” Sniffling like a well-spanked child, I smiled and exited his room, went downstairs and hurried back with a straight-backed chair and set it in the center of the room.

My walls squeezed when I heard the shower come on. His naked, wet body stood a door away. I walked toward the bed, but he didn’t tell me to get cozy, so I returned to the corner and pressed my nose into the fold, hands crossed behind my back. I rubbed my sore bottom a little as I waited. I sighed when the spraying finally ceased. I imagined him toweling off and hummed. I so wanted the job. Was getting drenched while
thinking
about my Sir bad? I closed my eyes to stop the scene just in case. I pictured him tying his sneakers instead, but the muscles in his arms were flexing, and even that small thing was turning me on. It only made me recall the constriction I could find in his wrestle hold. Damn, he made me so crazy! The corner was surely not the place to let arousal bloom wild and free. And with my pussy aching for release already, I really couldn’t see how he was going to be able to train me to not come. Now that my sub-girl had been released, a fountain spring of things made me light-headed and needy with desire. All my senses buzzed in alertness, waiting for stimulation, and the corner time, with only my thoughts of him, made my whole body tingle and scream out for his touch.