Edging Obsession

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T he 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.”

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 love in 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.”

“I’m going to add some pressure to the strikes.”

My hand grips the flogger, swiping it harder against her skin. This doesn’t get much of a reaction from Jules, so I keep at these firm strokes for a little while and then increase. Now, the swish and impact is heard. Jules hisses and leans into the cross.

“If this is too much, use your safe word.”

I continue to strike her, red streaks lining her upper back and ass, spreading into splotches. Jules hugs the cross, letting out quick breaths. She hasn’t said anything. I stop, dipping my fingers between her wet pussy lips, a sign she’s enjoying it. I swap out the flogger for the vibrator, place it on her clit, and hit high speed. Jules shoots onto her tippy-toes, sucks in a huge breath, and moans from the vibrations. When she’s about to come, I shut it off, placing it back onto the tray.

Jules whines. “Miles, please.”

“Who?”

“Mein Lieber, please.”

My hand smooths over the redness, heat radiating from her skin. I release the ankle restraints, stand behind her, and press my body into her backside. She arches, looking over her shoulder. Jules is horny as hell, rubbing her thighs together.

“Please. I need to come.”

I nip at her earlobe. “I didn’t say it’s okay yet.”

Her wrist restraints are undone, and she leans back into me. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I carry her over to a cushioned bench with two perpendicular bars in the middle of it, and several metal hoops on the top of the bars, and the side of the cushion. As I’m walking over to retrieve two sets of handcuffs, I direct her to lie on her back, folding her legs against her front. I lift each ankle, cuffing it to a metal hoop in the middle of the bars, so her thighs snuggle between her sides and the bar, and her shins are parallel to the bar. Then I crisscross her arms, connecting them to the opposite side.

Jules’ ass and pussy are wide open to me. This time around, I won’t blindfold her so she can see everything coming to her. With the vibrator in one hand, I drop to my knees, hit the button as it touches her clit, and my tongue slides up and down and inside. Her breaths are short, groaning in pleasure, but it doesn’t last long. After edging, she comes all over my tongue while I’m tongue fucking her. I leave the vibrator on her sensitive clit as she begs me to take it off. My eyes lock onto her teary eyes, and I unbutton and unzip my jeans. Taking my cock out, I stroke it, watching her legs tremble, pleading for me to remove the vibrator. Jules is panting, but she hasn’t used the safe word yet.

I run the head of my cock between her soaking lips, and in one thrust, drive in. She sucks in air, staring at me, and then my eyes focus on my cock disappearing inside her. My thrusts are merciless, slamming with such force, the bench shakes. Jules is soaking after a couple more orgasms. I’m deep inside her, and my balls tighten. It’s coming. Transfixed on drilling into her, my pelvic thrusts are chasing my release, catching up. Then it comes. White spots behind my closed eyes, hips still moving as I spurt inside Jules. The warmth covers my dick, leaks out onto her ass cheeks, and the bench.

When I’m milked dry, I grab hold of the bars to steady my breathing. The vibrator fell during my buildup. I unfasten the restraints on her arms, which drop down, and then her ankles. Her body is curled in the position, so I lift her arms to sit her up, slipping on her robe, and I carry her up several stairs into a bathroom connected to the dungeon. It’s white and beige, accented with bright colors. A large upper window is by the whirlpool tub. Seated on the vanity, I hand her a Gatorade to drink while I twist the knobs on the tub, pouring lavender bubble bath into the water, slowly filling it. I clip Jules’ hair up and slip off the robe as I leave petal kisses on her neck and face. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for this woman.

My phone buzzes from my butler Markus’ text. He’s informing me Jules’ parents are here. Fuck! I shoot him a message, telling him to make them comfortable. Give them whatever they want. We’ll be up in a half hour.

“What’s wrong, Miles?”

“Your parents are here.”

She scoots off the counter. “What are you doing?”

Jules leans her head back. “My parents are here. I’m going—”

“No, you’re not. You’re getting a bath.”

“But—”

I lightly hold her face and give her a stern look. “What did I say? You’re going to take a bath.”

Mein Schatzi complies. I place her in the tub, which is a whirlpool waterfall large enough for four people, with two headrests. Jules moans in pleasure. I soap her up, massaging each limb, fingers, and toes. Not thinking it’s possible, she’s even more gorgeous watching the waterfall consume and work her body. Leaning forward, I give her a kiss. My tongue slips between her lips while my fingers swivel between her ass cheeks and pussy lips. She gasps, remaining there long enough to clean her. When I’m done, I wrap a towel and bring her back to the counter.

In a husky, cracked voice, she says, “Thank you, Mein Lieber.”

She squeezes my heart by using the name. Any name she calls me is like dropping from a cliff where there’s zero gravity, hovering above blue waters and floating clouds. I’ll give her the moon if she wants it.