Page 31 of Edging Obsession

My head is still reeling from the accident. No, not accident, but attempted murder. The woman wanted Miles so badly she was willing to kill for him. Depression has inched its way into my psyche. Between learning I’m not my parents’ biological daughter, Miles being from Germany, and me wondering how many more women out there want me dead, I cry often when I’m alone. Depression is heavy and unaccommodating, luring me into foreboding trenches where I’m unable to decipher between reality or if my mind has become a trickster. I’m a ticking time bomb. One moment everything is fine, and the next, a leap or tumble toward a high or low. Miles’ patience allows me to hold on to some semblance of order.

In a short time, we’ve come a long way. Even after our secrets were revealed, he’s still with me. That has to mean something, right? While all my other relationships floated away like dust in the wind, our relationship seems to have fortified itself. Our sexual relationship is partly responsible for it. Miles and I are still working through the dynamics of BDSM, and more than me, he knows how far to push the pain and when to clip it off. And the aftercare is a perfect package, which Miles usually draws out longer than our scenes. But who wouldn’t be enthralled and want to submit to the strength and beauty of Miles? He's layered in skill and worldly beyond comprehension. When I’m doused in cynicism, he finds a way for me to come back. He won’t allow me to submerse myself in misery. With a hook, he yanks me into pain, pleasure, and/or into his arms.

To snap me out of my mood, he has invited my parents over today because he has some news to share. We’ve agreed not to mention the accident to them, unsure if they caught wind of it or not. In bed, Miles hugs me against his side, fingers lightly dragging up and down my arm. He’s grown into cuddles, something I craved at the beginning of our relationship, and there’s no other place I’d rather be. For no reason at all, tears drift down my face, onto his chest, but he doesn’t say a word. What’s the point? He knows my tear ducts explode at any given moment. They don’t require much coercion or anguish.

Miles rolls on top of me, brushing my hair back, and quells the tears. Each open-mouth kiss to my face offers a splinter of light until I’m glowing in its warmth. I return the favor, and then our mouths connect. The idleness of his tongue exploring my mouth dampens my core. The smooth, thick head of his erection lies against my hip. From his weight, I’m only able to budge my pelvis upward.

His mouth retreats. “My, my, Schatzi. You’re in a hurry.”

He rolls his hips, flirting with my clit, and I moan. Miles’ pelvis lifts until his cock is near my opening. When he returns to kissing me, he only slides in little by little, the slowness causing me to buck into him, yet he retracts. I’m panting, wanting him to fill me, pound me into oblivion.

Our eyes connect, and he says, “Pace, Schatzi.”

My head flings from side to side. “No. Slam into me. Gut my insides.”

He laughs and then grows serious. “For your defiance, I’m denying you an orgasm.”

“No!”

The head of his cock enters me. My hips angle upwards, pushing him in a bit more, but then he pulls out. I whimper and he smiles down at me. He’s a madman.

“Miles, you can’t deny me an orgasm. My parents are coming. I’ll be rubbing myself the whole time.”

His arms cage my upper body while his hands cup the sides of my head, thumbs drawing circles. It’s soothing yet stirs my desire. He’s everything. Good and bad. Pain and pleasure. Swift and slow. I want to be eviscerated by Miles.

“Jules.” I scrunch my eyebrows and crinkle my eyes for sympathy. “I love you.” He kisses the corners of my mouth.

“If you love me, you’ll allow me to come.”

He purrs. “Are you arguing with me?”

I look away and swallow ano.

Miles torpedoes into me in one thrust, knocking the breath out of me. My eyes meet his.

“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do, Mein Schatzi.” His cock withdraws and then he slams back in. “This one time, I’ll let you come because of everything going on. Just this once.” He does it again with his hips. “But you owe me.”

“Yes, Miles.”

He grabs my jaw. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mein Lieber.”

“That’s right.”

Miles ends the conversation and pistons into me. Fast, bruising pumps of his hips, snapping in, causing tears I welcome. The pain morphs into pleasure. My arms and legs wrap around him, allowing for deeper penetration. He’s a cheetah, running toward its prey, and I surrender. My energy consumption knots as I grip and then crash, but he keeps at it. He thickens from the fill, throbbing to break free and he tumbles not long after.

Once we regain our sanity, we shower and prepare for my parents’ arrival. As usual, they’re on time. We exchange hugs, handshakes, and move into the living area. The fireplace is lit while opera plays low in the background. Miles claims the chair and the rest of us huddle on the couch.

Miles doesn’t waste time when he says, “Thanks for coming.” My mom and dad nod. “After some digging, I discovered the woman’s name. The one who gave birth at the same time as Elise.”

My mother scoots forward on the couch. “You did? Is she back in Germany?”

“I’m assuming she is. I’ve only learned of her name, so I’m still researching.”

She claps her hands and gives Dad and I a glance over her shoulder. “Isn’t that wonderful?”

I take her hand. “It is, Mom.”

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