Red Hot Obsessions (234 page)

Now that I knew Jason was friends with Logan, I felt too awkward and exposed to slide my panties on with him here, even though he’d practically gotten a view of my womb.

He caught my panties when I balled them up and tossed them his way.

“A souvenir so you don’t forget my awesomeness. Thank you for the fun time and education,
Just
Jason.”

“Any time, Kitten.” He winked, and I blushed and rushed out.

CHAPTER 4

I looked all over the club for Sabrina and spotted her
on
a table in the lower level. She was on her back, legs spread open for action. Subbie looking girls sat on each side of her, munching on her breasts and neck, while a male Dom, holding a dildo right above his cock, drove hard thrusts into her cunt with the toy. Who needed alcohol. The decadence here was absolutely intoxicating.

Damn, I’m going to Hell.

My eyes remained fixed on the hot spectacle as I made my way down the stairs on the other side of the club with my hand on the rail. I wasn’t aware of the firm body coming up until I smacked into it. Being a step higher put me at eye-level, and I turned to pudding when I caught the sight of autumn leaves behind blinking lids. My heart instantly started beating faster, and when he clutched my arm, I’m sure he could feel the increased tempo. “Sir.” His eyes didn’t speak of indifference or fury, only of concern. He let go of me and went to brush past me without a word, but I clutched his hand and got in his way. “Sir?” What the fuck. Was he being all pissy again? He said he didn’t want me to come here, but he did let me loose to play.

“Are you okay, baby? Are you having fun in this sandbox of kinkified lust?”

“You know it. What are you doing here? Checking up on me?”

“Pretty much.”

“Did you fuck Brianna?”

“Fuck no. Where the hell did that come from? Why are you even asking me that?”

“She said you fucked her and dropped her and that sounds, hmm, I don’t know, hauntingly familiar.”

“Please believe me, I was never with that troll.”

“I
believe
you’re sincere, but I just want to be
sure
you’re not gaming me or lying to me about anything.”

“I’m not. I love you.”

“Well, you’re so hot one minute, cold the next. I don’t understand you some days.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Addison, that’s why I’m being a stupid ass. I feel conflicted and uneasy with the darker bents in my being. I just want you to be happy and to do what’s best for
you
. Hurting you is not my intention. I won’t get in your way or interfere here. There can be bad apples here. I’m just making sure no one takes advantage of my pet. If it stifles you and you need me to leave so you can play freely, I’ll give the lookout duty to someone else.”

“No, I don’t care if you stay. But you’re upset.”

He shook his head and looked around. “Of course I’m upset. I understand
why
you have to have some elbow room, it makes sense, but that doesn’t mean I have to like other people diving into your cunt or playing with what belongs to me.”

I clutched his chin so he’d look at me. “No one is doing that. As Jason pointed out, I don’t have to be
touched
to be dominated.”

“
Jason
? Hmm, well, you are the most beautiful girl on the planet, so it’s not surprising he’d pick you out in a crowd. You obviously know we’re friends then, since you said his name so flippantly. Did you scene with him?”

“Yes. But before I knew of your acquaintance.”

“Tell me what you did.”

“Do you really want to know?”

He contradicted his side-to-side head shake with an audible, “Um …
yes
.” He closed his eyes for three seconds and looked back at me. “It kills me, but it’ll drive me nuts if I don’t know.”

“He sat on the couch and jerked off over me as I played with myself on the floor. He came, but I told him I couldn’t, so he allowed me stay wound up. And then he paddled me perfectly.”

“That’s it? Just now?”

I nodded.

“Turn around. Let me see.”

I turned and hiked my skirt for him to show him my bare pink, and he shoved my shoulders down, folding me in half on the stairs. I shivered when he bent over my body, knocking me to my knees and palms. At the same time, he seized and pulled a clump of my hair roughly and growled, “It’s not your
ass
I’m interested in. Spread your legs,” in my ear.

I did immediately, sliding my knees apart, and my pussy throbbed.

Keeping me pinned with pain in my scalp and a hard press of my cheek to the carpet, he stood in a hunch over me and ran his fingernails over my tender ass. “He did a fine job. Nice blush.” Still hunching over me, he sailed a hard slap into my cheeks. “But I think you could use some more heat down there.” His fingertips, flying into me sideways, whapped into my slit and the bottom of my cheeks. He turned his hand around to smash me directly between the legs, his middle finger giving a delicious smart to my clit. I moaned and groaned as slap, slap, slap soon turned to splats in the wetness that he built up so fast. “You were so good to behave. I’ll let you have some relief so you can dive into more kink, as you desire. But you need to beg for it.”

“Let me come, Sir. Please.”

“That was pathetic, Addison. Spill that desire for me.”

“Please, please, please, Sir. I want to come so badly. I need your touch, desperately, and I’ll die if you don’t let me come. Please,” I whined and started to sob. “My climax, my pussy, my soul are solely yours. Please let me come.”

“Much better. I certainly don’t want a bad doll. Come for me, my slut.”

God, I loved this man! At the eleventh hit, my pussy broke free and waved over his fingers in a famished frenzy. I shrilled as the ache and tremors ransacking my cunt in an unbearable crescendo.

Sir covered me with his body and bit my lip before he shushed me, but I couldn’t shut my damn mouth. He hooked around my hip, and kept whacking me with his fingers and didn’t stop hitting my tender, swollen petals until I came again in an even more explosive orgasm. I shrilled in delirium.

“Mmm. Sugar, sugar. Yeah, spill that sweet sugar, Peach. You have my permission to let people play there, a
little
, if you wish,
if
you can remember that that’s
mine
. No coming. No oral. No sex.”

“Yes, Sir.” Pain. It suddenly hit me how much my pain threshold had increased in just one week. When he spanked me on Halloween, it hurt far sooner than anything did now. And I knew I liked spanking, I always knew that, but I never thought I’d emerge as a masochist from my chrysalis. I even voiced my concern about not wanting him to hurt me too badly right before we first started. I was far off that wimp track now and I was always itching for his next strike. In mere days, I’d become a fiend for roughness. I’d never received the kind of pain Logan delivered. Spanks, hair grabs, bites, squeezes that took my breath away.
I love it, love it all.
I loved to be hurt like that. But, I do have a limit. I’m just not sure what it is. I’m sure he’ll find it and demand more of me, to mold me into his ultimate pleasure. Where is
his
limit though? What is the line
he
won’t cross and how far does his span out? I had no clue. That mystery was as exhilarating as it was terrifying. “Sir. You’re driving me wild. Hurt me. Make me cry or scream. Show everyone here that you own me.”

He smacked my thigh. “
I
call the shots, Addison, got it?”

“Yes, Sir.” I nodded in his painful clutch. “Sorry.”

“But that cheeky plea was too hot for me to even care to reprimand you further. You know how much I want to do exactly that.” With his hand still holding my hair in painful grab, he shoved my face to his and tickled my clit as we made out in a frenzy right on the red accordion folds. His tickle turned into a grab of torture on my quivering bits, while he shoved two fingers into my core. He squeezed me so hard I squirmed and yowled in his mouth, and then he pulled back so it could let the ugly volume and tone flair out in all its guttural glory. Peering through the banister bars, I got dizzy when people stopped what they were doing to look at us. At
us
.

Yeah, that’s right. I’m his slut. I’m his, I’m his, I’m his.

As he squeezed my sex while bending over me, all of my exhales were audible bellows. The hell going on between my legs turned to heaven when Logan gruffly said, “Ah, luscious honey for your sadist. Sing for me.” He grabbed me harder and tears poured out of my eyes.

For my sadist.
I loved the sound of that. The sharp squeeze came with an accompaniment of peace. Logan traced the trail of salt water on my cheek with top of his tongue, as if he were licking ice cream off a cone.

“Mmm. The taste of tears. That
is
a huge turn-on. So glad she mentioned it. I’m sorry I walked away from this pussy. I won’t make the same mistake again. You are mine.” With his fingers still up inside me, he grabbed my right heel with his left hand and pinwheeled it over his head so that I flipped over and fell underneath his hunch, right on my well-spanked butt. He set his left hand under my neck and left knee beside my ass, while shoving my legs down to stretch out straight between his spread stance. As I sat, pinned on the stair under the weight of his domination, Sir kept driving rough fingers into my hot core. “
Mine
. Got it?”

Out of breath, I nodded and sputtered, “Uh, yes, Sir.” My juices dripped all over his hand as well as the step, and my moans landed in his mouth again as he captured them with his harsh kiss. I warbled against a tongue that worshipped my mouth with cruel abandon.

My breaths started rushing out of my nostrils as I eagerly sucked him and clawed at his neck and back.

He pulled his fingers out of my cunt and took his mouth off mine to say, “You can recommence in wildness. Be good.”

“No,” I whined and tugged on his shirt.

“No? You don’t want to be good.”

“No, I mean, I want to play with
you
, Sir.
Here.
Please?”

“You do?”

I nodded enthusiastically. “More than anything.”

“Fantastic.” He smiled and texted something. “I’m so glad you said that.” He tucked his phone away, and we made out on the stairs for several minutes, reaching the pinnacle of steam.

Logan took his hot, heavy exhales off my cheek as he stood, then shifted his hand behind my neck to under my shoulder and swiped my apparent arousal on his shirt, marking himself with my scent. He swooped under my thigh with the other hand, hoisted me up and whipped me over his shoulder like I was his Neanderthal bride or his damn,
fuck-yes!
property. I loved that all the peeps in this club knew I was claimed by Logan Thorndike, or, at the very least, the hot Dom in jeans and a Henley.

He carried me down the same hall I just exited I think, and then knocked on a door. Warmth slid down my thighs when Jason opened the door to his nautical paradise.

“Snagged yourself a naughty kitten, did ya,” Jason said with a tacked-on Irish brogue.

Logan walked me into the room and slammed the door to his lair.

“Indeed, Brother,” Logan said, also in a sexy brogue I’d never heard from his mouth. He surprised me when planted me on the floor, pinned me with a straddle and seized my wrists over my head in a collected grab. Logan’s eyes were so goddamn fierce. “Tie her up,” he said, his voice deeper than normal and so commanding.

What the hell was going on! My stomach jolted and chills of excitement tickled my neck.

Jason rushed toward me with a coiled rope in his grip. He was now in a black t-shirt and a flannel button down, open all the way. He bound my wrists together swiftly in front of me. “Nice find. She might even be better than the one I took for my pleasure. We’ll collect a fine sum for this dandy lass, no doubt.”

Logan seized my chin, with lust simmering in his eyes. “Surely. But we’re gonna have some fun first. A girl dressed like a whore surely won’t mind. Will you, Sweet Pea?”

I shook my head. “Yes I will! Let me go. Please.” I gasped right before he clapped his hand over my mouth. I let my eyes ring with fright.

“Fuck. No,” Logan growled. He tugged my head up for a second to slide a strip of fabric under it, then pretzeled it together and tugged it to slide tightly between my rows of teeth.

Jason came at me with a black hood that looked like a small pillow case and tugged it over my head. I shrilled against the gag and writhed. A ball was tucked into my hand, for my safeword I gather, as Logan got off me and jerked me to my feet.

Even though I couldn’t see, I knew it was Logan who grabbed my arms and pulled them high over my head as he stood, hard-cocked behind me. His hot breath stroking my neck confirmed it as he said, “I’m going to make this one squeal. Cut off her clothes, Jay.”

Oh my fucking god! I already loved being captured.

Jason yanked at my corset. I couldn’t tell if he had scissors or a knife, but the chill of steel that followed my sternum and slid between my breasts made me shake like mad. I was thrilled and utterly terrified at the same time.

Tears slid down from my eyes as he cut leather and lace away from my chest and tore it at the bottom to rip it entirely asunder. He sliced through the spaghetti straps and yanked down, leaving me naked at the top. His roaming fingers coasted down the raised bumps on my chest and abdomen and over the tight leather hugging my pelvis. I just about squealed when the rise up my thigh with his palm hiked my skirt on the ascent. He unzipped it, stripped it off my legs and feet, dropped it somewhere and did something with the knife. Both of his hands, knuckles-to-knuckles, drifted horizontally between my thighs, right under my juicy tap, and his twinned index fingers slid along my folds.

I shook my head for him to stop, but it was only because I assumed I should
appear
to put up some kind of fight, not that I really wanted him to stop.

“Goodie. She wants to play, Brother,” Jason said. His hands left the hottest region of my body, and he tugged me forward away from Logan’s torso, bent me over and pinned my hip to his abdomen, with one hand wrapped around my thigh and another with a vice-grip on my breast on the other side. “See for yourself.”

“Legs apart,” Logan insisted.

I shook my head and kept my feet glued to the floor.

He clamped my shoulder in a crushing grab. “You can make this easy or hard. If you piss me off, you are going to hurt like never before. Now, spread your fucking legs.”

I slowly eased my feet apart as my cunt and belly were filled with snaking flames.