Red Hot Obsessions (223 page)

“I wanted to try and make you come, my Lord.” I shivered and beamed when I said that. I don’t think I’ve ever called him that, like, to his face. But I liked it. He liked it, too, the twinkle in his eye and slight smirk said. I thought it plenty in my fantasies though, ones where he was making me bow at his feet, rub him down all day with lotion and serve him naked or in a chains and a golden bikini like Princess Leia. That made me so hot when I saw it as a kid. Warped, warped little girl. And I can’t even express the way Tom Sawyer’s spanking in front of the whole class made my belly quiver and kitty burn. God. Damn. In second grade, I saw the movie at a friend’s during a sleepover. I couldn’t sleep. Striking my kinky nerve hard, that public whacking was on loop in my mind. At 4:15 in the morning, right after the grandfather clock chimed, I tugged my pillow down into the sleeping bag with me and flipped onto my stomach. I just wanted to ease the tickle and ache down there. And in a room full of dozing girls, I dry-humped myself to satisfaction for the first time. When the bump and grind against fluff rocketed up to something amazing and electrifying all around my pelvis, I had to bite Cinderella’s face to silence my moans. I exploded in spasms, and a sea of pleasure lapped through my body like warm, bubbly surf. In
that
, long before I knew the words ‘masturbation’ and ‘climax’, I found my perfect escape.

“My turn first. Get back on your knees, Addison.”

Woo hoo. I think my Dom’s coming back out. I did as he asked, and he laid down on his back and slid his head between my legs. He jerked me down to his mouth and dove into my pussy with abandon. I bit my lip and moaned as he pressed me down roughly into his face. “Uh, Sir.” I wasn’t sure if we switched boxes again, but he didn’t stop eating my un-cherried pie to correct me for calling him that. He only devoured me more ferociously, which served to make me hotter and hotter. His tongue slid up inside me and through all my folds, and he bounced me on his slick offering. He was my wet, hot, bouncy horse.

I rocked back and forth on his tongue as he stiffened it for my delight and began stroking my clit with his thumb. “Ah, Sir, Sir...
Sir
!” He dove in again and again and sucked the swells of my labia. He started thrusting into me with the rhythm of slow sex, only made all the more delicious with him circling around when he pulled out. His tongue was this little, wet rod that stroked my walls so perfectly right. I pressed my thighs against his head and shook. I was dying, dying, dying from the excruciating pleasure. After about twelve sexy, whirling thrusts, I not only squeezed around his tongue, I squirted in a whoosh. It happened so fast, I didn’t have time to warn him or move. The splash hit his mouth and face and sent him into a coughing fit. “Ohmygod. I’m so sorry!” My legs quaked, making it hard for me to leap off swiftly. He helped and chucked me onto my side. My pussy was still squeezing for all its might. He shot up to a sitting position and grabbed his neck, still hacking away.

“Ah, ah, ohmygod, Logan. I’m on fire.”

He started laughing, and I snickered and followed suit. We were soon both cracking up and rolling around together after he grabbed me in a full nelson and gave me a noogie.

“What an orgasmic brat.”

“That was an accident. I swear. It happened so fast.”

He let out some more coughs and said, “Right.”

“It was. By the time I knew I was gonna squirt, you already had a mouthful of sugar water. I think I actually had both kinds of orgasms at the same time. Are you okay and done coughing?” I kissed his throat.

“I’m perfect.”

“Good. Because I’m not done with you yet. I want you in bow pose right now.”

He squinted at me. “Why?”

“Just do it.”

He looked down at his uncooperative stuff with a wave of his hand. “Um...”

“Get on your fucking knees, Logan. Show me that ass.”

His bit his smirk and his eyes turned to gems of rust topaz right before he shrugged and huffed and did what I ordered without complaint. He bowed for me, forehead on the mattress, knees apart, fucking hot ass in the air, hands outstretched and turned up to the ceiling.

I smirked. Damn. “I don’t want to mess with a blindfold, so just keep your eyes closed, all right?”

“Whatever you wish, my lady.”

A shiver tore through me. I didn’t really intend on dominating my boyfriend, I was just determined to give him some pleasure. He was the one who turned it into this freaking flip of power by raising a stink over a lame non-erection. Screw that issue. He didn’t need to be hard for what I was about to do. But, I didn’t mind the switch up. It was making my belly quiver and my pussy tingle.

“Your eyes are closed?”

“Yes.”

“Keep them closed.” I stalked over to the drawer I spotted toys in. It contained an array of things like edible massage oils, vibrators of different sizes, kitchen utensils and other things perfect for impact play including rubber bands, a few scarves and more. I pulled out a condom, a rubber band, warming strawberry oil, the lube, a small vibrator and a fat, black paddle that looked similar to the one he first whacked me with.

I gripped it end-to-end, testing it. It had some flex in the middle like that one in his room that I really, really liked. If he was giving me ass so prominently without raising a peep, then he was definitely getting some heat from my twitchy, itchy hands that were dying to lift a rear up to pink. This was too perfect, while I had him vulnerable and waiting and nude.

I turned and scanned his hot, submitted body with my gaze of fire, then positioned myself beside him on my knees. I ran my nails up and down his butt cheeks and thighs, and he shivered and growled. “You have the hottest ass, Logan. Don’t move at all from position, not until I tell you you can.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Fuck. Me. I curled my lips in. I couldn’t believe he was playing sub on me. I can already tell our roleplay scenarios in the girlfriend/boyfriend box are going to be delightful, scorching and eclectic, especially if we get to switch up like this more often. I don’t really
feel
dominant, in the sexual way, but it’s so much fun watching him respond to me like this and get pleasure, and that made my present role as the dominant more exciting. “Your safeword is ‘lilacs’, but try and push through for me. It won’t hurt that much. It will just feel mostly weird and maybe uncomfortable.”

He shuddered. “Weird and uncomfortable? What the hell are you...”

“Shh.” I smacked his ass hard, but it didn’t crack as loudly as his hand hitting mine. “No questions. You may respond to what I’m doing verbally because I want to know how and if you like it and you should answer my questions. That’s it, got it?”

He nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”

I beamed. And with that, I launched the paddle back and swooped it into his waiting cheeks with a sweet whap. Logan grunted, smothering a louder reaction behind his clamped jaw. His legs started shaking. I sighed when I pulled my hand away. Vibrations were still twanging through my arm.

“You will get nine more. No need to count ’em.”

I sent a harder one into his sit spot and tickled in delight as his back bobbed up and down after impact. His respiration went ragged, making him sound caught up in the rapture of a heated kiss. I dripped and my mouth juiced up. I rubbed his ass in circles and ran the paddle up and down his thighs, which made him shiver.
He’s not hating this, surprisingly.
At the fourth one, a pink hue began to emerge and it fueled me to paint it on thick. I didn’t have many swats left. As I picked up force with blows that shoved him forward and sent loud cracks through the room, he let out the sexiest “aahhhs”, “ooowws” and groans. I didn’t warm him up, and he was red with just that handful more, so I took it easy on the last two, dropping down several notches in strength. I’m sure he’s thinking about how and when he’s going to get me back for this. At least I hope so. He took them all well and by the end, his lungs sounded wheezy and his shoulders were shuddering. And his ass, mmm, his ass was visibly MINE.

He went to move, and I said, “I did not say you could move. I’m not done with you. Stay.” I gave him one more hard whack for moving. “That’s for disobeying me.” I bit my lip, not sure how to address him.
Boy
or
Slave
just felt off, but they were the only ones that popped into my mind. I looked down at his cock and he was semi-erect and twitching. My god, did that spanking turn him on as much as me? I knew he kind of liked it, but maybe he loved it. A lot. I sure hoped so...because that was fun. It was another chalk-up to the potential fun we could have. I hope this means he’ll be letting me get my spanker spank on with him as my recipient. I liked spanking him, and I loved,
loved
, the blush I made with unrestrained diligence. “Thank me for taking time out of my busy day to paddle your ass.”

“Thank you for paddling me, Mistress.”

I squirted warming strawberry oil into my hand, reached down between his legs and ran hot, slick fingers gently along his balls and dangling dick. Even on my hand, I could feel the tingling heat. It probably felt amazing on sensitive parts. At least I hoped so. The uuuhhhs and aaahhhs escaping his lips confirmed it. They were sexy, sexy music to my ears and the walls of my pussy burned hot and seeped honey.

I almost freaking came when he said my name after a sexy groan, deep in the throat.

Still massaging him sweetly, I had to clutch my pussy with my left hand as it waved and pleaded for release. I told it, “No way,” and made a mental note to give Logan much more verbal appreciation when he was working me over or punishing me. I’ll be sure to sing my heart out, to bring ultimate pleasure to Sir’s ears. When my core stopped being a slutty slut, I reset all my attention on him.

Using both hands, I slid my index fingers in between his legs on either side of his package, pressing tightly up toward his pelvis, and then I took everything into my gripping, circling embrace. I ran my thumbs all over his sack and then my stretching fingers along the base of his cock and the shaft that had yet to fully perk back up. I didn’t care. He was still moaning all satisfied when I ran the vibrator along his glistening jewels.

I was so glad he was letting me play with him, even though he hadn’t entirely stiffened up yet, if he did at all. He was still getting pleasure out of it, and so was I. No way was the lack of hardness going to rob him of the joy I felt confident I could deliver. I tugged his scrotum down and gently dug my rolling thumb and then the vibrator against his perineum. He bopped up and down at the action.

Air seeped through his teeth. “Awww, baby.”

I ripped open the condom packet and slid two fingers into the second skin and folded it as tight as I could, while still leaving wiggle room for my fingers to bend separately, then I secured it in place with a rubber band. I squirted lube on my covered digits and swirled it around with my thumb, slicking myself up. He jerked when the sensation of cold and wet suddenly began rimming at his anus. Using my index finger first, I swirled right at the edge, not going in, torturing him for several minutes just like he tortured me. He was pressing back, aching for insertion. I finally slid my tip in, just the tip and twisted my hand back and forth like he did for me, and now he clearly knew how amazing that felt. The rush of air out of his nostril’s sounded like a bull’s just before a charge. I dipped it in and out, just up to one knuckle, which had Logan wincing in pleasure and moaning like a fiend.

Heat washed over me when a wavy “Ah,” flew out of his lips.

Yeah, baby, you will get it good, don’t worry.
I finally added my other shrouded digit and slid them in and out together as one. I rolled around and waited for his sphincter to relax and let me in.

When I was able to breach him easily, he winced, shuddered and said, “Fuck.”

“Does that hurt?”

“Uh, no, I wouldn’t say hurt. Aaaaahhh.”

Yeah, he was hot. He didn’t expect this to be turning him on. I stayed there unmoving, so his rectum would adapt to my deeper presence. I started finger-fucking him very slowly with my right hand and rubbed and tugged his balls with my left. The low hums coming out of him were driving me wild. I pressed down lightly and slid my fingertips around. When I felt the spongy walnut inside, or thought that I did, I began stroking along either side of his prostate very gently, and he let out a heady moan and rocked back into my fingers. Bad, bad Logan.

Think I got it.
“You like that?”

“Ah, yes. It felt invasive and weird when you first went deeper, but it feels sensational now.” His whole body was shaking and he was raising and lowering his ass ever so slightly on the same beat as the thrusts I started to give. Since he was taking that fine, I switched my path and aimed to go more direct stimulation. Using both inserted fingers, I massaged his prostate with slow, forward-moving circles. I checked his response and he wasn’t wincing or pulling away. Instead, he became a hot mess, groaning like a beast and wobbling like crazy. I increased my tempo a little to see if he could handle it and he didn’t balk. My eyes glued on his junk, I watched as seminal fluid dripped out of him. It emitted a little at a time, in spurts. I kept curling my fingers gently down on organ and he was loving it. Under my steady rock and roll up his butt, a rush of clear heat gushed out of him, landing on the mattress. I didn’t stop, and ten seconds later, another wave flew out of his tip. He swore under his breath and let out a string of gods. He groaned and huffed like a rock climber who finally reached the summit. Unsure if he could take anymore, I pulled out to let him rest. “You can relax now.”

He grimaced and choked up. “Oh, ohmygod.”

I left him on the bed, went into the bathroom discarded the condom in the trash and washed my hands.

He flopped over onto his back on the drier part of the mattress, but I don’t think he would have cared if he’d landed right in his juices because he was out of breath and clutching his now hard cock like that was his only thought in the world. “I’ve never experienced anything like that. What the fuck? Ohmygod. I’m so weak now and energized just the same.”