Edging Obsession

10

J ules 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.”

“What does that word mean? Shatsee?”

“My Treasure.”

“In what language?”

I don’t answer, just caress her butt cheeks.

“So, this D/s relationship? It’s just in the bedroom?”

Her innocent, striking vulnerability gets me hard all the time. I shift her to my side. “Not always. Some people extend it outside the bedroom. Some relationships are 24/7. It comes down to what we want.”

I smack her ass and head to the washroom before I fuck her again. When I return, she’s laying on the bed, legs spread wide, playing with herself. My tongue runs along my lips.

In a defeated breath, I ask, “Jules, what are you doing?”

She rolls her hips in a circle. “I’m horny again.”

“Well, the doctor said you have hypersexual tendencies.”

In the closet, I choose a pair of jeans and a shirt. Jules’ parents are coming over for lunch today, and I’ve prepared to listen to her father have a go at me again. I get where the guy is coming from, but Jules is a grown ass woman who can make up her own mind regarding her life.

Walking out of the closet, Jules extends her arms out to me. “Come here, Miles.”

“Jules, your parents are going to be here in a couple of hours. You still need to clean up and eat something small for breakfast.”

Now on her hands and knees, she inches toward me. “I can eat you.”

She sits back on her heels, and her fingers spread her pussy wide. I drop the clothes, fling her on her back, and take the handcuffs connected to the bedframe, clasping them around her wrists. Jules doesn’t fight me at all. She licks her lips and smiles. I place pillows under her butt. There are two gauzy, sheer drapes hanging from the top of the bed. One by the headboard and the other at the foot. I grab one end from the foot of the bed and tie it around her ankle and do the same with the other. Her breathing has increased, eyes chasing my movement. From the bedside table, I grab a blindfold and cover her eyes.

“No, Miles! I want to see. Please!” The bed dips between her legs when I get on. Her head turns from side to side. “What are you going to do? I haven’t agreed to anything.”

Cutting off her sight adds a bit of fear and heightens anticipation. Her hands keep tightening and loosening into fists. She’s open wide—every bit of her exposed.

“Miles! You said—”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, but…”

“Quiet, Jules. If you feel pain, pursue until it subsides.”

Her breathing is erratic. She wrenches her hands down to free them from the handcuffs, but they’re too secure. Wetting her lips, she asks, “I’m not ready for this yet, Miles. My heart is—”

“Schatzi. Have I ever really hurt you?” She shakes her head. “We’ll go over all the things you’re willing to try, but for now, trust me.” My tongue licks along the shell of her ear and I whisper, “Trust me, Jules?”

This stops her from talking, slows her breathing while she contemplates what I asked. With a nervous nod, she whispers, “Okay.”

“Let go of your fear and enjoy.”

I don’t plan on doing anything kinky. An introduction to different things is my main goal. To figure out what she likes and doesn’t like. Her kinks and pain level since she’s never ventured into anything other than basic sex. Jules is too curious not to want to try a D/s relationship. And I’m loving every part of experimenting and her submitting to me.

My shoulders push her legs farther apart, fingers opening her pussy wide, and I blow. She sucks in a quick inhale. Two fingers massage her labia and then push inside, curling upwards, pumping them inside her. Juices soak my hand and trickle down. I take one wet finger, wiping around her backend, and then push to the first knuckle.

Again, she drinks in air. “Miles.”

Kissing her inner thigh, I don’t move the digit in her ass so she can get comfortable with the intrusion. The other finger glides in and out of her, which melts her tension. I increase the speed, start to move the other one, and lick her clit. Jules moans my name as she lifts her hips. Both fingers are rapidly sliding in and out, but the one in her ass is only to the knuckle. A lick here, a nip there, and that’s it for her. She unravels on my tongue.

I guide my cock to her opening and thrust in and out swiftly. Her secretions are music to my ears. It’s an incentive to keep going even after she has another orgasm, and then I seize mine, riding the course. I fall forward, my arms bracing above her. My lips outline hers, catching her quick breaths to keep with mine.

I unclasp the handcuffs, toss the blindfold, and sit back on my heels to release her ankles. She stares at me in a state of bliss while I kiss her along her neck, jaw, cheekbones, finishing on her mouth.

“I loved it, Miles.”

I smile against her neck. “Good. You’ll get more of it.” My arms slip around her back, and I roll us off the bed into a standing position. We get ready and go downstairs to find Anna placing the food on the table.

“Good morning, Mat—Miles and Jules.”

Jules looks at me, then at her, and says, “Good morning, Anna. Did you just call him Matt?”

She fans her hand in front of her face and laughs. “Yes. I’m forever calling people by the wrong name. I apologize.”

I give Anna a stern look. Her explanation seems to satisfy Jules, who takes a seat at the table.

“This food looks delicious…and there’s so much.”

“I wasn’t sure what you like to eat for breakfast, so I made a little of everything. Once I learn what you eat, then I’ll make it for you.”

Jules sits, not knowing where to begin. I place some eggs, sausage, and a pancake on her plate. “Start with this.”

“You know I eat oatmeal.”

Like a child, I scold her. “Anna didn’t prepare any, so don’t make her feel bad. Eat what’s on your plate.”

Jules nods and takes small bites of each item. From the amount of weight she’s lost, she hasn’t eaten much over the past weeks. I spoon some fruit into a bowl for her and she throws me a kiss.

After breakfast, I show her the rest of the house: my home office, the library, a small movie theater, a recording studio, and a game room. Her mouth is wide open the entire time. Oohs and aahs ooze from her.

“This place is incredible. Everything’s here. You don’t even have to leave the house.”

“You’ll have plenty to do if I’m working and when you’re not with the therapist.”

She hugs me, placing her chin on my chest. “Don’t leave me.”

“I’m not. We’ll be here for a month and then fly to Europe.”

For the rest of the morning, Jules is clingy because she’s unsure of herself, doesn’t know what to do, or wants some physical comfort. I’m not one who enjoys needy women, but Jules is different. It’s clear she has to work through her insecurities.

When her parents, Elise and Elliott, arrive, Jules is napping. The depression and medication make her fatigued between her sexual appetite. Elise is in awe of my home, so I give them a tour and we wind up outside on the terrace. With drinks in hand, they get comfortable on the overstuffed lounging couch. I light a cigarette, filling my lungs with smoke, and blow it away from them. It calms me. We soak in the sounds and smells of the forest and lake. Birds chirp and flit from branch to branch. Water sloshes around the rocks, dock, and boats. The scent of pine fills the air.

Elliott cuts off the stillness. “Miles, there’s something we must discuss with you.” Here it goes. Elliott’s not going to ease up on Jules living here. He glances at Elise and turns back to me. “It’s about our relationship with Jules.”

I hold a hand up. “Yes, I get it. You’re all close.”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

I readjust in the seat, take one last inhale, and smash the cigarette into the ashtray. Anna comes out to inform us lunch will be served in an hour. Once she disappears into the house, Elliott tells me about their concerns, and Jules comes outside right when Elliott finishes saying, “We’re unsure what to do.”