Page 23 of Edging Obsession

Miles drops me on the bed, and I instinctively put pressure on my clit, circling it through my shorts. My pelvis reacts to the thrill.

He smacks my hand away. “You come when I say you can come.”

I ignore him and continue. Miles walks to the bedside table, and when he takes the handcuffs out, I jump off the bed toward the bathroom. I’m no match for his strength and quickness, and in no time, my wrists are cuffed to the bed posts.

My legs kick out. “I hate you! Let me go.” He turns me enough for him to smack my ass. “I’m going to scream. My parents will come, and we’ll leave.”

Miles grabs a sock from the drawer and stuffs it into my mouth while I shout into it, kicking my legs around. He smacks my pussy through my shorts. My ragged breathing increases. I don’t bother to contain the prickle of tears. They emerge, clogging my nose and making it difficult to breathe. I expand my eyes, pleading for him to remove the sock and handcuffs.

“Calm, Jules. Stop panicking. Take deep breaths and relax.” I focus on his thick baritone voice, coaxing me into a peaceful state. “The medication is part of your rehabilitation, but there are techniques you need to learn.” His hand slides along my thigh as he talks. “Focus on your breath and a place that makes you happy.” My breathing slows and the tears dissipate. “That’s my good girl.” Without taking his eyes off me, he removes the sock from my mouth and releases my wrists.

He slides me onto his lap as he strokes my hair, whispering, “How do you feel?”

I cuddle into his chest. “Better.”

“There are times when I can take care of your cravings, but you need to control them. I think you just gave your parents a heart attack.”

I rub my face into his chest and laugh. “I’m so embarrassed. How can I go down there now?”

Miles kisses the side of my head. “Everything will be fine. Your parents know about your diagnosis. Sure, it’ll be uncomfortable, but it will pass.”

Downstairs, Mom and Dad are eating in silence. They turn around when the door slides open. Their eyes watch me walk to my chair and sit.

I cover my face. “I’m sorry…”

My sweet mom says, “It’s okay, Jules. These things happen.”

We all look at each other and laugh at her response.

These things happen? Getting off in front of your parents happens?

She joins in, and the rest of lunch is fine. They ask if it’s okay to stop by when the therapist comes. Miles tells them they’re welcome anytime.

We say our goodbyes, and when they’re gone, Miles takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. Without a word, he undresses us, lays me on the bed, and with a condom on, enters me. I gasp from being stretched, but his thumb swirls around my clit, stimulating every nerve in my body. Since I had been horny most of the afternoon, it doesn’t take long before I come, yet Miles has a way to go. He’s kneeling on the bed and lifts my hips onto his thighs, fingers digging into my hips, and fucks me like it’s his last day on earth. Slamming against my cervix over and over, fingers bruising my sides. I coat his dick with my juices, the slickness dripping between the crack of my ass. Miles’ relentless thrusts cause another release from me before he grunts and moans my name. Sex and Miles never get old.

12

The medication and therapy have Jules balancing her highs and lows, which allows us to focus on sex. There are days when she drifts into her own mind, so I back off for Jules to find her way out. She has naturally become submissive and recently had an IUD inserted. We talked about what each of us want in a dominant-submissive relationship. Some things still hang in the balance until we try them out. Jules is open to new experiences, and all I want is to own and control every piece of her. To know I’m her everything and she’s mine. Jules dives into our experiences like they’re the balm to her mental illness, transferring its control to me.

We’ve been fucking in different positions in every room…except my favorite place in the house. It’s time to introduce her to the downstairs. All types of sex furniture decorate the large room. Shelves display a gamut of floggers, garter harnesses, crops, and more. Although my staff cleans it daily, I haven’t used it. I bought the house three-years ago, built the room, but had no one to share the experience. No one who has captured my interest. Finding Jules made the wait worth it.

I’ve been down here a couple of times since Jules moved in, thinking about all the things I want to do to her. Her legs wide open for me. Ass available. Twisted and spread, contortions Jules’ body can handle from years of gymnastics, dance, and yoga.

With my eyes closed, I grab my dick, massaging it to settle under the showerhead. Jules is clean and waiting on the bed for me. As much as I try to control the hunger, the visions and ideas of Jules submitting and pleasuring me hikes my adrenaline. I’ve never had anyone affect me this way before. From the start, she captured me, and the irresistible attraction grows stronger the longer we’re together.

In the room, Jules is naked on the bed. I head into the walk-in closet, find a pair of heels for her, and drop them at the side of the bed.

“Put these on.”

Through heavy lids, she shifts her eyes from me to the shoes. She doesn’t move, so I gently grab her face and hike an eyebrow. This gets her up, slipping on the three-inch heels, and standing in front of me. Since there’s staff working around the house, I have her wear a thin robe until we reach the room downstairs. It’s private, and the hallway is dim. Before we enter, I steer her back against the wall, grab her face, and my mouth assaults hers, grinding my pelvis clad jeans into her.

Still kissing Jules, I push open the door and turn her into the room. Not used to the heels, she stumbles on them. Her eyes brighten at all the equipment and leather. A sex swing, spanking bench, St. Andrew cross, stockade, to name a few, and a Dore Alley Dungeon Bed in the corner. There are glazed windows aligning the upper portion of a long wall. The room smells of leather and candles, which Jules loves. It’s morning, so the sunlight and lit candles cast a soft glow around the place, the equipment looking not so menacing for someone who hasn’t seen them before.

Jules touches everything and runs her fingers over the furniture, picks up toys, places them back, and becomes inquisitive.

“Miles.”

“Mein Lieber. That’s what you’ll call me when we’re in full D/s mode.”

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