Page 59 of Edging Obsession

“Good girl, Schatzi.” His finger slips inside the middle metal hoop attached to the chains and gives it a little tug, causing me to gasp. “Get used to it, because when my dick goes in, I’ll be riding you like a wild bucking horse.”

He unzips his jeans, smothers the head of his cock between my lips to moisten it, and in one thrust, seats himself inside me. His finger is still hooked in the ring, and he raises it until the chains become taut, pulling on my nipples and clit. The numbness fades and I feel the pinch. I’m winded, watching Miles fuck me. With a hand on my waist, and the other holding the hoop, the force and pinching form another bout of pleasure. My juices drip between the crack of my ass while he rides me hard. The swing chains rattle. He throws back his head, grunts, and releases inside me.

Once he settles, he says in a gravelly voice, “I’m going to take the clamps off now. It’s going to hurt.”

I suck in a breath, but it doesn’t prepare me for the pain when the blood comes rushing back. My screams put me into a coughing fit, and Miles leads me by the throat, gently drawing me to him. His hand shifts to the back of my head.

“It’s okay, Schatzi. Let it out.”

The coughing subsides and I’m left with tears and snot clogging my nose. He undoes the handcuffs, slips me out of the hoops, and carries me to the washroom, where he cares for me for an hour. Oils in the tub. Washing my body and hair and brushing it. When I’m clean, he rubs some cream on my nipples while peppering my face with kisses. I love these moments with Miles, and it released my anxiety.

My parents arrive prior to Elisabeth and Anja, which I’m glad about. I want to spend some time with them alone. When they hug me, I clench my teeth from the nipple pain but act as normal as possible. Or as normal asIcan be. We go into the living room to talk. Outside, there’s a sudden light snowfall, and right now, I’m glad to be sitting by a crackling fire.

My mom snuggles up to me, holding my hand, and asks, “So, how did it feel meeting Elisabeth?”

With a weak shrug, I respond, “Strange. I mean, up until several months ago, you were my parents.” I give a soft smile and then my head hangs down. “It’s uncanny how I resemble her.”

She lightly squeezes my hand to get my attention. “Hey, Jules. We’re still your parents. There’s nothing that says you can’t gain another mother.” Kissing my temple, she adds, “And you do resemble her. She seems like a very nice, hard-working woman.”

“How are you feeling after meeting Anja?”

She sighs, and Dad answers. “Similar to your experience. You’ll always be our daughter, but we’d like to get to know Anja. Elisabeth gave her a wonderful home, so I’m sure they’re both in the same boat as us. We’ve taken care of her daughter and vice versa, and now, all of us should take the time to get to know our blood.”

“Do you plan on taking her home?”

“No Jules. I mean, if she wants to come, sure, yet we’d never do so without Elisabeth’s approval.”

The room goes silent as we wander away into our own thoughts. It shouldn’t matter to me if Anja returns to their home, because I live with Miles. She has every right to. Yet a niggle of heartache still exists. I have no right to be jealous or upset, I’ve found my mother, except I’m the one who had my parents’ full attention. In my head, it sounds bratty and selfish…and I’m sure it would sound the same when spoken. Instead of looking at it like I’m losing them, I should think of it as gaining a sister. During my darkest hours, I wished I had a sibling to talk to. Not that my parents weren’t great, except someone closer to my age to confide in would have been nice.

A ding snaps me to the present. Elisabeth and Anja have arrived. We all stand like we’re about to say the pledge of allegiance as Miles escorts them into the living room. Anja stays next to Miles, and Elisabeth comes over to give me a hug, which she extends to my parents. We start with small talk, and every time Miles interprets, I catch Anja staring at him, which is getting on my nerves.

After dinner, we separate for more privacy. My parents and Anja remain in the living room, while Miles, Elisabeth, and I head to the study. Miles had the fireplace going before our arrival, so it’s toasty warm. The exposed walls are a cocoa color with cappuccino crown molding and baseboards, and half a wall of bookcases, crammed full of books.

Elisabeth sits next to me on the couch, smiling at me. Miles tells her he’ll translate for both of us. He has tea brought in for us, which we requested. It turns out, we both love spiced chai.

She reaches over, stroking my hair, and says, “Earlier, you said you’re messed up. We’re all a little messed up. I’m so glad you’re doing well, now.” Then her eyes shift to Miles. “And it seems like you found a wonderful man to take care of you.”

I turn to Miles, and say to both, “That I did. I believe I got the last of the good ones.”

Elisabeth gazes back at me. “So, tell me, are you staying in Germany?”

I glance over at Miles who remains quiet, and then I look back at her. “We’re here for the tour. Honestly, I haven’t given it much thought. There’s been so much to take in, I don’t know where we’ll stay. Miles and I didn’t talk about it.”

Her sweet smile fades a bit while her thumb caresses the back of my hand. “Well, I’d love to spend as much time with you as possible. I’m sure Anja would, too.”

I give her a side hug. “I’d love that. And maybe you and Anja can go to one of Miles’ concerts.”

“Anja would be ecstatic, and I love all kinds of music.”

“I do, too!”

We laugh at another similarity we share, and for the rest of the time, she talks about her job and Anja. A couple of times I ask about my father, but she’s vague, and I don’t push it. Maybe she hasn’t gotten over him.

The three of us leave the study to find my parents and Anja talking. My parents each have an arm draped over the couch behind her. That used to be me.

Stop it, Jules! They still love you, plus you have Miles.

Once they hear us, they beckon us over and we all sit talking about lighter subject matters. Miles’ band, which has Anja gawking again at him. Life in Germany and America. We exchange funny stories, igniting laughter. Still, I have a knot in the pit of my stomach about leaving Elisabeth and losing my parents to Anja.

---