Page 24 of Edging Obsession

I release the tie on her silk robe and flick it off her shoulders. It flutters to the floor; her nipples hardening from the cool air.

“What does it mean?”

“My lovein German.”

Jules almost falls when she faces me. The tips of her fingers dance on her lips. “You love me?”

Clothed and towering over her, I look into her eyes, tuck some hair behind her ear, and say, “Why do you think I’ve moved you in? Why do you think I take care of you?”

Her fingers that were once on her lips are now caressing mine. Her attention flits from my mouth to my eyes. “Say it.”

“What?”

In a desperate plea, she says, “Please say it.”

I take her hand and insert a finger into my mouth, sucking it before taking another. One by one, my tongue circles her thin digits while never losing eye contact.

“I love you, Jules.”

Her entire face explodes in bliss with glassy eyes and a gigantic smile. She cups my face. “I love you, too, Miles.”

I release her hand, slide mine into her hair for a little grip, and drag her head slightly back. I run my tongue along her neck. Behind her ear. Fingers tracing her collarbone. My mouth is near the shell of her ear as I whisper, “I love you, Mein Schatzi.”

My hand squeezes her breast. Goosebumps scatter around her areola and her nipple juts out. I clamp my teeth hard enough to leave marks, twirling my tongue around the nipple, marking her. She gasps, but I hold her steady by the hair.

Backing her up to the St. Andrew cross, my hand slithers between her breasts, enclosing around her neck. Our eyes meet and I say, “You’re mine, Schatzi. Don’t forget it. Only I touch you. I’m your pain. Your pleasure.” Her breathing comes in short doses. I prod her legs apart and step closer. “I’ll fuck you into next week, and you’ll beg for more. You’ll swallow my cock until blackness seeps in. Your pussy juices will linger on my tongue. And in time, my dick will claim your ass.” I can smell her excitement. “I will fill every hole of yours. A fallen angel, I’ll tempt, use, and worship you. Without even noticing it, I’ll steal your soul.”

Jules releases a breathy, “Mein Lieber.”

I stroke her cheek. “Good girl.” Tilting my head to the side, I ask, “Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes.”

“What is it?”

“Triscuit.”

My thumb skirts across her lips. “Good. If you want me to stop, use it.”

Turning and pointing, I say, “We’ll start with this one. It’s a St. Andrew cross.”

Facing the cross, her arms and legs wide, I cuff her wrists and ankles to it. My hand runs along her side, over her hip and ass, circling the creamy flesh. Brushing her hair to the side, I kiss her neck, shoulder, and behind her ear.

“You, okay?”

“Yes.”

My hand slinks down her front, between her legs, waggling against her clit, causing her to push her butt back, moaning. I stop, walk over to the wall to retrieve a vibrator and a flogger. Near the cross is a small table where I place the vibrator on, and step up to her, sliding my hand over her shoulders, upper back, and butt.

Her hands tighten into fists. I hear her take in a breath and hold it, preparing for pain.

“Jules, relax. I’ll start off with light brushes.”

She nods, unclenching her fists. I swing the flogger as if fanning her across her upper back, ass, and the backs of her thighs. The swish of the flogger caressing her skin.

“How does that feel, Mein Schatzi?”

“Nice.”

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