Page 19 of Edging Obsession

Miles’ hand wraps around my neck, bending it sideways while his other hand massages my inner thigh.

In his deep, cave-like whisper, he says, “I’m going to get your mind off everything.” His lips capture my neck, lightly sucking, and a finger trails along my underwear line. The sensation has me moaning.

My hand covers his on my thigh. “Miles, I’m dirty.”

He bobs his eyebrows. “I know.”

This makes me laugh. “I mean, I’m stinky dirty.”

He stops and holds my waist with his arm, rocking us from side to side, still kissing, inhaling, and licking my neck. It’s sensual and erotic. I close my eyes, listening to him pamper me, the sway relaxing my bones.

Miles stops and I open my eyes, seeing him stare out the window. He kisses my hair. “I’ll get someone to run your bath.”

“I can—”

“No. You’re not allowed to do anything except get acquainted with your new home. Besides, I pay staff to do these things.”

He walks over to double doors and opens them wide. It’s a huge walk-in closet, and he gestures for me to come. It’s full of hanging wardrobe areas, drawers, shoe racks, a full-length mirror, and a middle island consisting of drawers for jewelry and other accessories. “I had your clothes taken out of the duffel bag and put away here. We’ll get more of your things and do some shopping.”

My fingers dance on the island. “Miles, you’ve already done so much for me. You—”

He picks me up, brings us out of the walk-in, and tosses me on the bed, causing me to giggle. Miles crawls on top of me. “When I say I’m taking care of you, I mean everything, from what you eat, what you wear, to your entertainment, which will definitely include me.” His lips hover above mine. “You’re going to get better, Jules, and I’m here to make sure of it.”

Miles captures my mouth with his. My body writhes underneath his pelvic circles at my core. He keeps banging against my clit. The action has me moaning his name, my hips dancing along. We don’t wait for my bath. Sweet and gentle, Miles undresses us, slips on a condom, plunging his cock in at a sluggish speed. His pelvis draws circles, then rocks back and forth. It’s one of the most sweltering sexual encounters we’ve had, so it doesn’t take long before I come. This is only a prelude to Miles’ hunger. He makes me come three more times before he hits his height.

As he settles from his high, he says, “Jules, you need to get an IUD. I want to fuck you without anything between us.”

My head turns to him, and I provide a small smile. For everything he’s done for me. For forgiving me. The least I can do is get an IUD, so he doesn’t have to wear condoms. I snuggle into him. His heartbeat going strong. In Miles’ arms, my worries seem minute.

10

Jules melted into bed in the early evening hours and fell asleep immediately. She wakes me by wrapping her lips around my cock.Fuck!My legs widen as she slithers between them. She hollows out her cheeks, bobs up and down, soaking my cock with her saliva. When she lifts her head, a string of spit attaches to her lip and my dick, and it’s glorious. Her hand glides along my shaft, and she takes my balls into her mouth. Gripping my length, running her hand along my shaft, she swirls her tongue around my balls, causing my hips to rise, but she presses my thigh down. My balls pop from her mouth as she returns to my dick. My fingers tangle in her hair, pressing her down until she gags. I ease up, breathless, spitting out her name.

My cock is still hard. Jules looks up at me with a smile. Retrieving and unwrapping a condom from the bedside table, she inhales the middle part of the rubber into her mouth, positions the ring around my dick, and her lips and tongue unroll it until it’s covering my length. It’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen. When she’s done, I flip her onto the bed, bring her ass to the side, and hold her ankles wide open. The sight of Jules in this position has me slamming into her wet pussy, fucking her hard for a quick release. I fall to my knees, my biceps holding her thighs in place as I lick from ass to clit, creating involuntary jerks of her legs. Her hands pull at my hair. My tongue waggles fast against her clit, sucks it in, and then I bite down. My name stumbles then flies from her mouth as an orgasm rips through her.

She whimpers, panting indistinguishable words. I crawl over her and rest against the headboard, hauling her between my legs. Her fingers massage her clit, but I push them away.

“Did you follow the pain when I bit down?”

“Miles—”

“Did you?”

Jules turns to her side and lies on my chest. “I did.” A brief silence is interrupted by her whispering, “Why do you like causing pain?”

I untangle her hair from my fingers as I talk. “I love all types of sex, BDSM especially.” Her head tilts up to see me better. “I’ve inflicted some pain to see if you’d let me and to watch how you respond. To see if you enjoy it.”

She gnaws on her lower lip. “At first…it hurt, but then it kind of put me in the moment. Ceases my thoughts. Anything troubling me or to-do lists simply disappear.” Jules pulls herself up to eye level. “Would it make you happy to continue doing it?”

My hand hugs the back of her neck, the other kneading her ass. “Do you want me to continue?”

“It’s what you want, right?”

I smack her ass and say, “What I want is a dominant-submissive relationship. But it’s only possible if that’s something you’re interested in.” Her brows knit together. “Being in a D/s relationship is me the dominant and having you submit to me. It can involve all different things, depending on what we both agree on.”

“I get to agree?”

“Yes, Schatzi. I’ve only been testing the waters. This type of relationship gives control to both of us, me controlling the activities and/or pain, and you controlling what activities and how much pain you want. It’s us trusting each other. You must trust me to know your limits, among other things.”

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