Page 20 of Edging Obsession

“What does that word mean? Shatsee?”

“My Treasure.”

“In what language?”

I don’t answer, just caress her butt cheeks.

“So, this D/s relationship? It’s just in the bedroom?”

Her innocent, striking vulnerability gets me hard all the time. I shift her to my side. “Not always. Some people extend it outside the bedroom. Some relationships are 24/7. It comes down to what we want.”

I smack her ass and head to the washroom before I fuck her again. When I return, she’s laying on the bed, legs spread wide, playing with herself. My tongue runs along my lips.

In a defeated breath, I ask, “Jules, what are you doing?”

She rolls her hips in a circle. “I’m horny again.”

“Well, the doctor said you have hypersexual tendencies.”

In the closet, I choose a pair of jeans and a shirt. Jules’ parents are coming over for lunch today, and I’ve prepared to listen to her father have a go at me again. I get where the guy is coming from, but Jules is a grown ass woman who can make up her own mind regarding her life.

Walking out of the closet, Jules extends her arms out to me. “Come here, Miles.”

“Jules, your parents are going to be here in a couple of hours. You still need to clean up and eat something small for breakfast.”

Now on her hands and knees, she inches toward me. “I can eat you.”

She sits back on her heels, and her fingers spread her pussy wide. I drop the clothes, fling her on her back, and take the handcuffs connected to the bedframe, clasping them around her wrists. Jules doesn’t fight me at all. She licks her lips and smiles. I place pillows under her butt. There are two gauzy, sheer drapes hanging from the top of the bed. One by the headboard and the other at the foot. I grab one end from the foot of the bed and tie it around her ankle and do the same with the other. Her breathing has increased, eyes chasing my movement. From the bedside table, I grab a blindfold and cover her eyes.

“No, Miles! I want to see. Please!” The bed dips between her legs when I get on. Her head turns from side to side. “What are you going to do? I haven’t agreed to anything.”

Cutting off her sight adds a bit of fear and heightens anticipation. Her hands keep tightening and loosening into fists. She’s open wide—every bit of her exposed.

“Miles! You said—”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, but…”

“Quiet, Jules. If you feel pain, pursue until it subsides.”

Her breathing is erratic. She wrenches her hands down to free them from the handcuffs, but they’re too secure. Wetting her lips, she asks, “I’m not ready for this yet, Miles. My heart is—”

“Schatzi. Have I ever really hurt you?” She shakes her head. “We’ll go over all the things you’re willing to try, but for now, trust me.” My tongue licks along the shell of her ear and I whisper, “Trust me, Jules?”

This stops her from talking, slows her breathing while she contemplates what I asked. With a nervous nod, she whispers, “Okay.”

“Let go of your fear and enjoy.”

I don’t plan on doing anything kinky. An introduction to different things is my main goal. To figure out what she likes and doesn’t like. Her kinks and pain level since she’s never ventured into anything other than basic sex. Jules is too curious not to want to try a D/s relationship. And I’m loving every part of experimenting and her submitting to me.

My shoulders push her legs farther apart, fingers opening her pussy wide, and I blow. She sucks in a quick inhale. Two fingers massage her labia and then push inside, curling upwards, pumping them inside her. Juices soak my hand and trickle down. I take one wet finger, wiping around her backend, and then push to the first knuckle.

Again, she drinks in air. “Miles.”

Kissing her inner thigh, I don’t move the digit in her ass so she can get comfortable with the intrusion. The other finger glides in and out of her, which melts her tension. I increase the speed, start to move the other one, and lick her clit. Jules moans my name as she lifts her hips. Both fingers are rapidly sliding in and out, but the one in her ass is only to the knuckle. A lick here, a nip there, and that’s it for her. She unravels on my tongue.

I guide my cock to her opening and thrust in and out swiftly. Her secretions are music to my ears. It’s an incentive to keep going even after she has another orgasm, and then I seize mine, riding the course. I fall forward, my arms bracing above her. My lips outline hers, catching her quick breaths to keep with mine.

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