Red Hot Obsessions (232 page)

“This is my private room on Saturday nights,” he said. “Doors opened or closed?” He waved me in deeper and I passed him and looked around.

“Um, closed.” If he was going to jerk off for me, and possible dominate me without contact, I would enjoy it more in private. I turned back, blushed and cleared my throat when he smirked at me with a wickedly filthy gaze.

He hung a red scarf on the door knob outside and closed the door. “What. You don’t want to share the good view of my package?”

“Nope. I want a private show or whatever this is.”

I watched him slide the whip off his belt loop. He flipped it over his shoulder and the end of the lash bit him in the ass. He didn’t even flinch or wince. “Fun for me, that’s what it is. Are you wearing panties?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Take them off.” Holding my gaze, he snaked the whip off his shoulder and whisked it like a dragonfly across my thighs, right under my hem. I gasped. It tickled more than hurt and left me buzzing with desire.

That simple order, three little words, set me ablaze, having been so sternly said and insistent.

I was about to object but didn’t want to be some baby sub who couldn’t handle a wee bit of domination. In just a few days, I’d proven myself more than capable of serving well, and I felt confident in my submission. Besides, I was sizzling down below. If Thor wanted my panties off, they were fucking coming off! I bit my tongue, chomping away my urge to say, “Yes, Sir.” But was he going to whip me? We didn’t agree to that.

I shut off my inner voice of chastisement and slid my thumbs up my hips, hooked the strings and pushed to skim them down my legs. I wouldn’t even be here if Logan hadn’t ditched me for days. I deserved some fun and relaxation, dammit. When lace landed around my boots, I bent, stripped them off and handed them to him as he held out his hand.

He stuffed my panties into his pocket as he walked to the back of the couch, then held his palm out directionally and said, “Sit here, Addison.”

“Thank you.” I walked over and sat on the couch. He dropped the whip on the cushion beside me.

He strode over to the opposite side of the L, sat and hunched over to rest his elbow on his knee and his chin on his fist. “Hike your skirt. Show me
your
treasure first.” His attention was so intense.

Hot as blazes, I exhaled through puckered lips. My fingers trembled as I tugged leather up and exposed my bareness to his gaze.

“Mmm, nice slide. Spread your legs for me. Open wide.”

“God,” I whispered, quaking like fall leaves in a gust.

“Are you feeling naughty?”

“Very.”

“Are you horny?”

Horny? Are you kidding me? My lungs and walls were scalded from molten iron. I closed my eyes, nodded and gulped, my swallow crunching loudly in my ears.

“I know you are, hot stuff. Show me. Open those legs. I want to gaze upon your lickable fruit.”

Gaze upon.
I hummed then let out two quick breaths. Hands on my thighs, I did as he asked and spread them apart, almost as far as I could go, but not all the way. Having learned my lesson, I didn’t want to get stuck in pain again, if I could help it. I tugged my skirt up more to give Jason a good view.

“Mmm. Nice. You are indeed glistening and engorged with desire. What made you so red hot?”

“Hearing the paddle strike flesh again and again. Sabrina loves to get it.”

“I know. I’ve spanked and paddled that sweet rump before.”

“Not surprising she’d seek out the best. But you shoving my hand to your hard cock,
twice,
that turned me on the most.”

“Nice, I
love
hearing that. I’ll let you judge in a minute. Squeeze for me, tighten up. I want to see if you can dance down there. Not all women can.”

I did pulsing Kegels several times for him, and even though I knew the movement was barely visible with it being internal, he must’ve seen something worthy of the Dove-chocolate-melting moan that rolled out of his throat.

“Mmm, so pretty. I love that you waxed. I can see everything pink and wet. So smooth and sweet. Say ‘Red’ if you want to stop at any time.”

“Red. Okay. I can’t call you
Sir
nor can I come for you. I’m not allowed. Please, please don’t push me to the brink. I don’t want to break
his
number one rule.”

“I will respect that. You can call me
Thor
if you want. Stay open for me.”

Though I stopped squeezing, I ran my hands along my thighs seductively. “I’ve thought it, but
saying
Thor is too ridiculous. It’ll pull me out of the zone.”

“Hmm. How about
Daddy
?
Not
in the incestuous way. I mean in the Daddy-Dom, little-sub way. Though there are people who truly like to play on that domestic note, that’s too kinky even for me. Your damn ponytails are so brat-sexy and applicable.”

“Sure. I guess that’s fine. I’ll pretend to be your babygirl. I’m being naughty anyway. But, I thought you didn’t have time for kid games.”

“This is a
scene
not a play date. Entirely different. With a play date, which is all the more engrossed in the realm of fantasy, for
hours
, I can’t afford to have a woman attach to me in that way. That’s especially a danger with true littles who are yearning for connection and care. Though I do have a rough-it-up lust, I’m ultimately a nurturing Dom, allowing a lot of joint construction to ensure mutual satisfaction. So they flock to me like moths to moonlight, especially, those annoying, teenie-bop brats, who act snotty and hellish just so they can get spankings
and
hugs.”

“Yeah. Annoying. Glad I don’t know anyone like that.”

He winked at me and beamed like a sprite who finds the sport in humiliation and trickery.

“I get your point though. I attached to my Dom with one spanking, so, I understand totally. I was very bad, and he set me straight with his strong hand and a ping pong paddle and the belt.” I started squeezing my walls for his pleasure again.

“Looks like you could use some more straightening. You are such a bad girl now. Look at you, squeezing that pretty kitty for a Daddy you don’t even know, pumping like a slow heartbeat, just because I asked you to. So special and delicious.” He licked his bottom lip with a slow stroke. “And worthy of another spanking I’d say.” I watched him tug his top button free. “Show me how wet you are for my … unseemly desires.”

I moistened my fingers with my juices and showed him, to which he gave me one nod of approval. “Thank you for calling my kitten bits pretty, Daddy. But,
button fly
jeans? Gosh. Those are so out of style.”

“Offended by my fashion choices again? It’s self-preservation against sloppy zip-ups.”

“Oh, right.” I giggled, then clammed up because his slow, unbuttoning reveal was too freakin’ sexy for merriment or more words. He leaned back and ran his index finger down the new gulf. I could see a decent hint of hair and flesh. God. No underwear. My mouth juiced up and pussy squeezed on its own when he tugged his mammoth cock out of his jeans and slid fingertips down to highlight the intimidating length before my eyes.

He held his hard cock in his grip. “You’ve never seen this before. I’ve been waiting for a special moment to show it to you.” His circled fingers trailed up and down the shaft. “See how hard I am for you, princess?
You
did this to me. You made it grow and stiffen up. Do you like it?”

“Wow. Yes! You have such a ginormous lollipop, Daddy.”

“You know where this goes, don’t you?”

I shrugged. “Um, my mouth? It does look nice and yummy to lick and suck.” I ran a stroke of my tongue across my bottom lip and bit it.

He was still slowly stroking up and down as he said, “Good guess, but not
just
there. It can go also up your tight ass, get stuffed between those cute breasts or feet, and drive into that lovely, precious heartbeat between your legs.”

I gawked like a shocked young girl. “Oh, Daddy. That sounds so bad.”

“It is. Bad but so fun. Stick your finger deep into your wet hole, pretty girl, and imagine me sliding this huge thing in there.”

“That’s so dirty.”

“I know. You’re my dirty girl. Slide in. Do it. I will drag you by the hair and stick you in the corner if you disobey me or hesitate again. Do exactly as I say now. I want to hear how wet and slippery you are for me. ”

“Okay.” When I tucked two digits in, he hummed. I was already sloshing wet.

“I’d ram this right in there while grabbing your hair and pounding you hard enough to make you scream. Maybe some other day. Right now, I’m going to show you how I like to be stroked and squeezed. Watch me closely. Commit it to memory, all right?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He tugged a bottle of cherry lube out of trunk beside the couch. I felt bad that he had to resort to lubrication from a bottle when I was juiced up to him into my mouth or cunt. He squirted a liberal amount into his palm and added more vigor to the slide along his fine, hard shaft. I could smell the fruity aroma from over here. His grip got tighter and he shoved it down again and again towards his sac. “Doesn’t this look like fun?”

I flicked my tongue between my lips. “Mmm, yes. You look so delicious and very big.”

“Next time the task will be yours? I’ll let you lick and suck me too.”

“Okay.” I really wanted the task now, even though it was way more than I wanted to do when I’d walked in here. It just looked so scrumptious and suckable. I wanted to see if I could take that whole thing into my throat. He was maybe an inch longer than Logan and somewhat thicker.

He smiled when I drew a few circles around my clit, but, already from my overwhelming desire to have at him, I had to stop and take a breather. This was sexy-sexy to me, watching a guy hug and tug his hot bone, while he watched me get slick in the slit at the same time.

His whole stick was glossy from the lube, and his hold, firm and tight, as he drew up and down in an even, swift beat.

My mouth watered to suck on his treasure. I tucked my fingers into my folds instead of going for the more sensitive spot. “This must be such a waste of time if this is your only time to play tonight, Daddy.”

“Nonsense. You are such a precious pumpkin. Show me how slutty you can be. Crawl over here and lay on your back, right in front of me. I want you to nail that sweet pussy for me in a closer, more personal show.”

Ohmygod, could that be any hotter? “Yes, Daddy.” My stomach dropped and I got more aroused at his command and increase in tempo. Releasing my cunt, I slid down to the floor onto my hands and knees and stalked over to him like a panther, never taking my eyes of fire off his. By the time I made it over there, my walls were ablaze and my breaths raspy. I clammed my lips because exhales sounded less embarrassing through my nostrils. I knelt in front of him and tucked two fingers back inside and rode up and down on them, and then rolled down on my back, my legs spread open before him. His parted feet flanked my butt. My skirt was bunched around my pelvis, and my wet bits of pleasure entirely open to his view. I moaned like the dirtiest girl on the planet as I finger-fucked myself under his riveted gaze just two and half feet above me. “How’s this?”

“Mmmm. Very nice. Such pretty bits. And you’re so beautifully vocal with those sexy moans.” He sat on the edge of the couch and was huffing and sweating a little as he jerked down toward his balls with rougher thrusts. “Yeah, yeah. Touch yourself for me, my naughty princess. Pound harder and rub your little charm too.” His jaw dropped open and he groaned.

I assaulted my hungry hole and my homespun lube dripped down my crack. I writhed and arched my back. “Oh, Daddy. You make me so hot inside. I’m so wet and hungry for you.” I bit my lip and shrilled and had to stop cold because I was so close. I watched him continue on. “Mmm. I love your long, hard candy. I’ll be your bad girl next time and stroke you roughly just like that.” I could see in his eyes how badly he wanted to force my hand or mouth or pussy on his junk. When my hole stopped reaching for climax, I punched my core hard and fast as he sped up. “Uh, you are so hot
and
hung. Hard to say at this point which one is more you. Tied, I’d say.”

“Look at you, pleasuring that love hole for me. So bad. What a sexy doll. I can’t believe your
real
Daddy lets you out and about when you so evidently need a spanking. Tug the top of your corset down. Do it, now. Now!”

I did as he ordered, freeing my bare breasts. The leather cups surrounding them squished them together and hitched them up for good presentation.

“Good girl. So obedient.” He knelt over me, jerked off a little longer and jizzed with three grunts all over my face, neck and exposed breasts. “Aahhh, you’re my little cum slut now. Such hot tits, now covered in my spunk.”

I quickly swiped up semen with my two fucking fingers and sucked off our combined juices. “Mmm. Your cream is so yummy.” I pinched and tweaked my nipples for him and rubbed the rest of his liquid in. It beaded up on my skin, and I brushed the clusters off.

He ran his fingers over my hair, bent over me and kissed my forehead. “You’re such a good girl, so sweet, but a bad girl all the same.”

“I want to be
more
sweet and good. I let a boy touch me in my private place earlier.”

“Thank you for coming clean. You know that’s very slutty behavior and that I won’t stand for it. That’s
my
playground. You will be getting spanked for that, young lady. I want you to save your naughtiness and your pink jewels for me and
my
enjoyment. Got it?”

“Yes. I know I need to be punished. I’m sorry.”

“Go pick out an implement from the wall, come back and bend over the horse.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I scooted back and made my way over to the wall of pain on my hands and knees. I chose a flexible paddle from the wall, put it between my teeth and crawled back. I waited for him to take hold of it and kissed the back of his hand when he did. “Thank you for punishing me. You take such good care of me.”

He scowled. “Like no one else. Get up and go over to the horse like I asked.”

“Okay. Sorry.” I skipped then bent over the horse, my hips over the padding of a fresh pillow that he placed there, my bare ass facing the closed door. I waited for him to paint on some pink.