Red Hot Obsessions (218 page)

“Look at you like what? I don’t know even what you mean.”

I looked up at him, sniffling, and smeared the wetness across my cheeks. “Like Camilla looked at that girl,
Scum
, with absolute disdain and disgust, like she’s a worthless slug or no better than dirt.”

He slammed his door, grabbed me and turned me towards him. “No, no, no.” He peppered my face in kisses and stroked soft fingers along my hairline. “Sweetheart, I couldn’t possibly. Listen to me. You are not dirt, Addison. You are
not
my slave. You are my
prize
, my bad, bad angel, who’s whisking me into the hottest Heaven there is. But, I’d dive into
Hell
if I had to … for just
one
taste of you. So, you can take it to the bank that I will never,
ever
look at you like that.”

“Really? That’s so beautiful. No one’s even said anything like that to me.”

“It’s the damn truth. That girl, Marlene,
loves
that, every bit of it. She gets off on that kind of degradation and humiliation. She
wants
to feel owned and be mistreated like that. It’s her,
their
thing. We are not them, okay? I’m madly in love with you, so I couldn’t possibly look at you like that. Even if we’re scening as people who despise each other, there will always be sparks there, sexual tension, eroticism. I will make sure you always know you are pleasing me, with your obedience, with your passion, with your service.” He muttered, “Get over here, Knucklehead,” as he was pulled me into his arms.

I chuckled at his knew term for me and sniveled into his neck. “Do you swear, Logan? I can take and handle a lot, but I can’t deal with you looking at me like you despise me. I don’t ever want to be made to feel like you think I’m worthless or no better than dirt.”

“I promise. You could never be worthless to me. You aren’t dirt. You flood me with elation and ram sparks into my nuts. You are my beautiful,” he pulled my face up and kissed my nose, “sexy,” kissed me again, “precious sub.” His voice fell to a whisper, “You’re my dream come true.”

“I am?”

His fingers grazed my face up and down. “You are. You’re such a babydoll. My hot, fuckable princess. Don’t forget it.” His lips found mine and drew me into a hot and steamy kiss that, within seconds, had us groping like famished fiends right in the parking lot.

He slid his hands up my thighs and followed the curves of my ass, hiking up my skirt with it, until it bunched around my waist. A kneading massage on my naked flesh, all hard, rough and pinchy, had me moaning in his mouth. His tongue fucked my eager mouth with abandon, and I sucked in his offering, again and again, starving for the taste of him.

He reclined his seat with a pop and yanked me onto his lap. We rubbed hot spots together, while tearing into each other’s clothes and leaving bite marks wherever flesh got exposed. His touch often dipped under my ass, diving into my wet folds and hot core.

“Uh, Addison. I’m ready to burst outta these pants and pummel you blind.”

“Do it. Please, Sir.”

His shoulders vibrated beneath my grabby hands, killing the heat. He was laughing? Laughing? What the hell! I lurched back, taking my mouth off his neck, and fired a fist into his upper arm. “God dammit! Cut it out! You’re not fucking me?”

“Maybe. Tell me you want it.”

I ground into him, rocking tightly against his rigidity. “I want it. I want you to fuck me, Sir. Please.”

He laughed aloud. “Ah, music to my ears.”

I flew off him back to my own goddamn seat and crossed my arms. “Fuck you. You are evil! You evil, evil man. You’re such a tease. I absolutely loathe you. My god, don’t your balls fucking hurt?”

“Like hell. Maybe I’m maso too.”

“Doubt that. You just like watching me suffer in my lust so badly, you’re willing to put yourself through agony to get the high you want.”

“Hmph. I think you’re right, Miss Montgomery. What the hell does that make me then?”

“Perfect for me. Wonderful. We can be fucked-up and unfucked together. Will you at least let me come, Sir? Pretty please?”

“Nah, not a chance.”

CHAPTER 5

After Logan eased my mind, peeled off my clothes in his bed and kissed me all over without letting me come, I couldn’t stop thinking about getting swept up by a rogue. Maybe
he’d
let me come. My poor virgin hole was famished and pissed. I tossed and turned in ecstasy and hunger all night long, with absolutely no way to satisfy or unwind my lust. My classes today were unbearable.

Climax, that was so out of my reach, kept begging me with bad whispers to set it free with that pink bunny in the corset bag. But my hopes for orgasm and an amazing scene with my dashing Dom were trampled to dust by the Delta Gamma goddesses, who insisted on taking invitees out to a comedy-dinner show. Their treat! We didn’t get many perks, so it would raise serious eyebrows if I turned it down. If I played sick, and then got caught out of the house, my hopes and dreams for sisterhood would be dashed forever. I shook with dread and disappointment as I texted:
Sorry, can’t meet.

WTF! It’s our first SCENE, Addison. What the fuck is so important?

A DG thing. Laugh Track. 6 o’clock show.

You’re ditching me??!!! For bitches??? I’m insulted! As soon as you get there, bare that cunt.

What???

Leave your panties in the bathroom. Be in a short skirt or dress.

Why?

Scene on! You’re no princess tonight. Just my slut.

Oh. My. God. I watched the tremble of my hands.

My face and lungs were on fire.

And they were still on fire when I finally shimmied out of red lace and hung my dainty things on a hook. Outside the stall, I washed my hands for a good show, then smoothed my black skirt and tugged it down, but it didn’t budge anywhere from crude. I slid on a layer of lipstick and blew a kiss to my obedient self in the mirror.

Leaving the bathroom, I felt naked with the warm air licking my exposed sex. My wide strides across the burgundy carpet accentuated my killer legs and made me hyper-aware of the nakedness, right there, for who even knows what.

So far, no one had noticed or mentioned the handful of bruises that were wonderfully covered up with the airbrushing kit I picked up last night. That makeup did magic. Even my face, that I thought looked cute and fine without makeup, looked refreshed and subtly luminescent with the highlight and contour technique I applied. Of course, it took me four attempts before I got it right, but I did it. And tonight, even with masked marks all over me, I looked like a flawless model.

Logan texted: Set your phone to silent. Keep it handy.

Yes, Sir.
Scanning the low-lit restaurant for my Sir as my sisters and I stood on the top tier, I missed Brianna’s question, only hearing, “Wah, wah, wah.”

She whacked my arm and flicked her blond hair over her shoulder. “Addison.”

“What?”

“What’d you do on Sunday?”

“Oh, um, football. Watched football. The Cowboys pummeled the Eagles. Great game.”

“Ugh, god, I hate football.”

Leggy redhead, Penelope, started going off about the interception.

“Oh, I know,” I said. “That CB blazed from out of nowhere though.” I didn’t see it, but I recalled that from the commentary. “At least the Eagles lost. I’m a Pats fan, but there isn’t a team I hate more than Philly. Not even the Jets. Bunch of punks. Glad they got their butts whipped.”

She and I went back and forth, but I was running out of things to say. I’d brought up all I could without knowing most of the players’ names, beyond the eight or so worthy of a commercial shirt. But Penelope filled in the blanks, enthusiastically I might add,
thanks a bunch for saving my butt
, and I was able to nod and give credible responses.

Brianna huffed, rolled her eyes and carried her beauty over to others not talking about sports.

My House took up all the curved booths in back, and I made sure I was in the one farthest from her, and on the end for my Sir. I still didn’t see him though. I slid my phone slightly under my thigh.

Shayna was to the left of me, adding chirps to the mindless chatter.

I whacked her arm to tug her into something much more titillating, at least for me. “He said he’d do it,” I sang in her ear. “You know.” I smacked the air.

She yanked my hand down with a gasp and I could literally see the red wash down her face. She started to shake and gulped. “What! When?”

“Saturday. If you’re free.”

She looked down at her trembling, clasped hands, then scrunched her eyes and face as she spit out, “Um, oh God, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but okay. Tell him I’m free.”

“Really? You’re sure? You don’t
have
to.”

“Yes, I do. I need it, Addie.”

“Do you want me there?”

Eyes still closed tight, she nodded slowly.

Yes!
“Kay. I’ll be there. Don’t worry. He’ll set you straight and proper.”
Yes, yes, yes.
My core clenched in excitement and butterflies burst off in my belly. I’d finally get to see Sir in action and a live pinking at the same time. Yumm—eeee.

After the petite server took our order with her Minnie Mouse voice and came back with Cokes and tea, I noticed a text from my Sir.

Give me a hot chill. Tease me with ice.

I got a ‘hot chill’ just reading that. “God, it’s blazing in here.” I surveyed the room but I didn’t see his rich-boy hair anywhere. I fanned myself, picked up my spoon, tapped the table a few times and fished out a cube, shaped like a mini cigar. I took it between my fingers and slid it into my mouth, then pushed it out with my tongue and back in with index finger, and did it again and again. While fucking my mouth with ice, I rolled my tongue seductively around it. I pushed it back into my fingers. I waited a few moments, then brought it up to my neck and tracked a line down under my ear and swooped slowly across my chest, getting raindrops to cling. I looked down to find the dots of moisture glittering in the hot pink low lights we were under. Wherever he was, he probably couldn’t see that little detail that had my own mind whirling. But I lost my grip on the slippery sucker and it slid down the front of my dress, in between my breasts. I gasped and let out an “oop” at my mishap. I clutched my chest at the empire waist. The ice sat there, pinned by my boobs and a horizontal ribbon. Chilly water wasn’t restrained though, and with my body so hot, it easily ran down my front and drifted into my belly button and even lower. None of my sisters noticed, they were busy ranking guys in the room. Oh, but
he
did.

I finally found Logan by his laugh. What the—! He was sitting with a girl, with a
girl
, at a small circular table off along the side wall in our same row, but three feet closer to the stage than we were. I was already facing him directly and had to turn my face to the right to see the stage. Logan was smirking at me and stroking the arm of his companion, who was not me!

I steamed and clutched at my top. The ice water running down my body was not cooling down my fury any.

“Leave it,” he mouthed.

Crap!
Fuck you!
Looking away, I ground my jaw and beat down my urge to storm over there and give Logan a piece of my mind and a hard slap across the jaw. Tears prickled my eyes.

Our food came. Lights swirled on the stage as the opening act began.

At the first words out of the opening comic’s mouths, the audience was roaring. I fake laughed to blend in. I was ready to roar too for an entirely different reason. When I found the courage to shift my gaze back again, Logan, my
Sir
, was still touching that fucking girl.

Elbow on the table, hand curled against his cheekbone, he was still looking at me, entirely ignoring her and the stage. “Stroke,” he demanded with his lips and an index finger drawing circles on his temple.

I folded my arms and scowled, my face scrunched like a defiant brat. I was no longer in the mood.

He motioned with his finger for me to get going and obey.

Not even looking at her, he casually put his hand on her thigh. She didn’t even react. What the hell!

I huffed and lazily grazed my finger along my arm and across my chest.

Cutting into my eyes with his, he shook his head in disapproval. He fake yawned then put two fingers from his other hand against his lips. He scratched his luscious mouth horizontally and spread his index and middle finger into a V. That was a not-so-subtle order.

Are you kidding me!
I shook my head that I wouldn’t, but his glare insisted, “Do it,
now
.”

I scanned the room for anyone who might be watching. No one was from what I could tell. Of course not. I arched my back and stretched for four seconds and dropped my hands to my thighs. I crossed my feet at the ankles but pushed my knees apart while letting my spine roll back to straight. I shivered at the trails of ice water still being forged on my body.

“More.”

Why was he with another girl? Payback? That was just cold. My insides were burning up as I gave him the vulgar spread and eyeshot to my bare cunt that he wanted. In the low lighting, he probably couldn’t even see much of anything anyway. Being so open made me more aware of the sweaty air that was trying to convince a chill to tag-team with it to molest me.

I was going to make him regret his present company. No one was more devoted to him than me. No one. Especially not some skanky, pert blonde in hot pink spandex.

He wants a stroke? I’ll give him a stroke. He won’t be yawning at me, that’s for fucking sure.

After a quick peek around, I set my left elbow on the table and leaned my body forward to block Shayna’s eyeshot, then inched my hand up along my thigh. I didn’t stop until two of my fingers were buried in my wet cunt. I laughed with my sisters as they collected group confirmation at the latest bit of hilarity. I have no clue what the guy on stage even said. The ice cube was now small enough to finally slide down. I bucked it off my stomach and it plopped on the floor. I gave Logan my most seductive eyes as I rocked back and forth into the naughty intrusion and my rigid knuckles. I slowly writhed and ground hard against my hand.

I smirked as he mouthed, “What a slut.” He licked his lips. His eyes were wide. Yeah, that’s right, I’m your slut.
I
am. Not that skank. I rammed myself and stroked my clit with my thumb too. Good god, I was so bad.

Through my shuttering eyelids, I could see him shaking his head, no. Too fucking bad. I refused to stop. I was tired of waiting for his permission to come. Keeping my eyes off him, I sipped soda through a straw, laughed some more and scarfed five fries off my plate in one grab with my left hand.

Ohmygod, ohmygod. I pummeled myself into a rapid build and let my mouth fall open when I finally broke. Right at a group crackup, my pussy clenched wildly. I bent my head down as hard breaths pulsed out. I extracted my fingers and wiped them off on the upholstered bench, leaving my mark, for that time I disobeyed my Sir and got off fucking my own pussy in public.

Shayna patted my shoulder and asked if I was all right.

I clutched at my stomach, pulled my head up a bit and said, “My gut’s about to burst. This guy’s so good.”

“I know, right?”

Acting all nonchalant, I straightened up, gobbled more fries and reached for the ketchup.

When I found the nerve to give Logan my best brat stare, to confirm that I had indeed come, I gulped, finding lust and glee instead of the disappointment or fury I expected. His expression was like a maniacal puppet master who got exactly what he wanted out of his puppet, once cut from the controlling strings.

A jolt hit my abdomen like a playful punch.

He licked his lips, looked down and fidgeted with his phone.

When he set his down, I slid my phone out from underneath my thigh and checked what he wrote.

My cousin —> Jill. Helping to make her boyfriend jealous. Looking pretty green yourself, Princess. After the show, you’d better start running. A horny, livid rogue is hot on your heels.