Edging Obsession

16

I t might not have been the wisest decision to invite Elise and Elliott to my home. Their incessant fussing over Jules and questions aimed at me become tiring. I get it, Jules means a lot to them, and the guilt of her not truly being theirs probably adds to it. In any case, I’ll deflect as many questions as possible, but there will come a point when I can’t hide my home life or occupation.

We arrive at the airstrip. My bodyguards circle us, and the aircraft crew retrieve our luggage. Elise and Elliott turn in circles, mouths open wide, while I clutch Jules’ hand. My head angles toward her, and a smile drifts across my face when I consider all the sexual things we’ve done. I’ve never had a bond quite like ours—terminally indestructible and a constant eroticism. Our libido and kinks are a match. She’s naturally fallen into the submissive role, allowing me to take the lead in all facets of life. And that’s what I’ve wanted. A mate to surrender her head, heart, and body to me. Our collection of pain, sin, and ecstasy, unites us. She’s my precious gem—my treasure—who I’d risk everything for.

Once boarded, Elise and Elliott run their hands along the soft leather seats, squishy to the touch, and investigate the buttons overhead. Each seating area, including the couch on the left, has tables. At the far back of the plane is a bedroom with a queen-sized bed.

Elliott lets out a whistle through his teeth. “Damn! Rockstar status pays well.”

Fortunately, he’s ignorant to the fact my money comes from other means. The rockstar life is a brilliant cover for the money I obtain in other ways. This is where things will get rocky, and why I’m regretting inviting Elise and Elliott. It was a weak moment on my part, and in doing so, I invited excessive questions, along with anger, and a bazillion other issues.

Jules and Elise fall onto the couch, holding hands, laughing, and patting the surfaces.

I step into the cockpit to check on the pilots and to say hello. In my line of work, one can never be too careful when it comes to caution. We shake hands, go over the flight plan and arrival time, and I head back to the group. Elliott is in a chair, reclined all the way back, feet stretched out.

He snuggles into the chair, sighs, and says, “I can get used to this.”

So far, there hasn’t been a barrage of questions.

The stewardess comes into the cabin, stands by me, and says, “We’re ready for takeoff, Mr. Wolf.”

Fuck! My brows cave, mouth fastens, and eyes bore into her. Everyone was instructed to refer to me as Miles. She recognizes her mistake, takes a quick inhale, and covers her mouth.

Elliott returns to a seated position. “Mr. Wolf?”

Now come the questions. Her ass is fired. I clear my throat, dismiss the stewardess, and inform everyone to buckle up for takeoff. Seatbelts click into place. From my peripheral, I notice Elise and Elliott exchanging looks. My eyes meet Jules’, and she wears a painful expression as she shrugs. The pilot speaks over the intercom, announcing our departure and the approximate time of arrival, and wishes us a pleasant flight. Once we’re above the clouds, the stewardess comes back out for drink orders.

Before she can leave Elliott, he touches her forearm, points to me, and asks, “Why did you call him Mr. Wolf?”

Her head turns in my direction, eyes begging for help, so I say, “Because that’s my name.”

Elliott’s hand falls away and Elise takes the chair next to him across from my seat. Jules is next to me and takes my hand. There’s tension in the air, electrocuting our nerves, which will remain until the elephant in the room is addressed. To avoid questions that might deviate from the subject at hand, I take charge of the discussion.

Jules’ parents sit wide-eyed as the stewardess places our drinks in front of us. I down my vodka, pointing to the glass for her to bring another.

“My name is Matthias Wolf, which is pronounced Ma-tea-us.”

They both gasp and their eyes set on Jules, who is staring at me. I forgot to mention it to her when I told her I was German. My hand brushes along her jaw as I plant a kiss on her lips. When I turn back, Elise and Elliott remain the same.

“I was born and raised in Germany, which I informed Jules about. What I neglected to tell her was my name.”

Elise folds her hands in her lap and says, “You neglected a hell of a lot of things.” Her voice rises with every word. “Not only were we unaware of your German nationality, but you’re not even Miles.”

I hold my finger up. “That’s not true. Miles Nash is my American name. When I moved to the States, I changed it because Matthias is too foreign.”

Elise narrows her eyes. “Legally?”

“What are you implying, Elise?”

“You’ve been living a lie, so I’m assuming there’s more to your identity.”

My arm wraps around Jules’ shoulders, and she hesitantly rests her head against me. “I haven’t been living a lie.”

Elliott cuts in and says, “Not telling us about all of this is lying.”

“There was no need to tell you about it. In the States, throughout the world, people know me as Miles Nash. I’m the drummer of a well-known rock group, The Coven. I left Germany five years ago and started a brand-new life for myself.”

“Without divulging it to us…” He narrows in on Jules. “And I’m assuming Jules didn’t know it either.”

“Would that change anything?” My question catches Elliott by surprise from the way he slumps back in his chair. “I don’t understand the problem. I’m known as Miles in the U.S. Being German or having a different name shouldn’t be a factor in our relationship.”

Jules’ parents watch us, each other, biting their lower lips, unsure of what else I’m hiding. Having found the woman who has their biological daughter, and flying them there, puts them in an awkward situation. If they fight with me, I could leave their asses anywhere, which I wouldn’t do. Then they’d either have to search for the woman themselves or go back home, which would leave Jules’ and my relationship shaky.

I break the ice again. “Let’s not fight about what I’ve said or didn’t say. It will never change the fact that I love Jules. She’s important to me. If we allow this argument to go on, neither of us benefits from it.”

Elise takes a sip of her drink and says, “I agree, except this lack of information has left me feeling apprehensive. We appreciate all you’ve done for Jules and us, but you can understand how learning you’re German and that you go by another name might leave us suspicious. On top of that, you tell us while we’re 30,000 feet in the air. On your aircraft.”

The woman has a point. “Jules is aware of my nationality, and that’s all that matters. Telling you about Germany and my given name would have compromised my identity. It’s a risk I can’t take, especially being in the limelight. The press would eat it up. Plus, it isn’t any different from someone picking up and starting a new life somewhere. That’s the point of not telling anyone. I wanted a fresh start.”

“From what?” My jaw tightens from the question. “Why did you want a fresh start?”

“It’s a private matter.”

We’re having a stare-down when Jules slides her hand into mine and says, “Mom.” When her mom shifts to her, she then glances at Elliott. “Dad.” She has their attention. “I love you both, and I appreciate your concern—”

“But.” Elise adds.

“But I love him.” Jules makes eye contact with me. “Miles has renewed me. Down on my luck, making poor decisions, it was Miles who took me in.” Before Elise could say anything, Jules continues, pointedly looking at both of them. “And you did, too. You’re my parents, so of course you’ve accepted me for who I am. There was no reason for Miles to. There’s no guide in navigating crazy.”

We all say together, “You’re not crazy.” This lightens the mood.

“Okay, unhinged.” She gets up and crouches between them. “I would never put either of you in danger. If I had the slightest knowledge or feeling Miles was dangerous, none of us would be here.” Jules takes one of their hands, kisses each, and pleads, “Please accept what Miles has and hasn’t told us. None of his actions warrant concern. Whatever reasons he has for leaving and changing his name are his business.”

Elise and Elliott sigh, lean forward, and kiss the top of Jules’ head.

Elliott says, “How did we get such a smart daughter?”

“How did I get so lucky to have you as parents?”

They turn their sights on me, and Elise says, “She’s right. I’m sorry.” She takes Elliott’s hand in hers. “We’re sorry. You’ve assisted all of us in these hard times.”

I nod, take a sip of my drink, and when I’m about to say something, my phone rings. Checking the caller ID, I stand and let them know I’ll be right back.

Heading to the back of the plane, I answer, “Was gibt’s?” (What’s up?)

My brother Johann asks if we’ll be able to meet when I arrive, and I tell him in the afternoon. We’re scheduled to land at 7:00 a.m., so I’ll need the morning to get everyone situated.

We hang up and I return to the cabin. Elise, Elliott, and Jules are talking and laughing. The atmosphere changes as we all apologize and forgive. Food is brought out, and they’re shocked by the upscale meal of steak, baked potato, vegetables, and dessert, which is Black Forest cake. Tired from their fill, Elise and Elliott stretch out in their chairs, and Jules snuggles into my side.

“Miles. I really am sorry—”

“It’s done, Jules. Let’s move on.”

She lifts in her seat to kiss my cheek and whispers, “I’m horny.”

We make sure Elise and Elliott are asleep, and I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom. Jules paws at my pants as I lock the door.

I catch her hands. “Assume the position.”

Jules kneels on the floor, legs wide, palms facing upward on her thighs, with her head bowed. I groan just seeing her in this submissive stance, giving me control. My dick springs out of my jeans when I release it.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes glaze over my cock and hitch to my eyes. Jules’ mouth slightly opens, and the sight has me fighting to keep from deep fucking her throat. I wipe the pre-cum across her lips and she licks them afterwards.

“That’s a good girl.” She smiles, and my dick pulsates. “Hands behind your back and put it in your mouth.” Jules does as she’s told. Her head bobs up and down my cock. I stop her by holding her head in place. My pelvis thrusts into her mouth and the head of my cock touches the back of her throat. Tears streak her face, smearing mascara down, and she moans on my dick. The sensation has my head dropping back for a moment. I slide out, saliva dripping from it, and I tell her to stand and strip. When she’s naked, I command her to get on all fours.

The thick vein underneath my cock throbs. Before she’s even in position, I’m kneeling behind her, hands gripping her hips, and I thrust inside. Her back arches and I fuck her as if my life depends on it. As if she’s my last breath. Jules falls forward. I hold her with one arm, and my other hand plays with her clit. She’s moaning into the bed. I drive in hard, my fingers digging into her hips. I close my eyes, capturing the warmth and wetness of Jules. Smelling her arousal when she comes. Hearing her whisper Mein Lieber , sets me off again, and I raise her back against my chest. I’m a locomotive. The speed I’m drilling into her is unfathomable. Her breasts are bouncing around until my one hand squeezes and pinches her nipple. She whimpers, trying not to make a lot of noise, but the slap of our bodies alone is loud. A couple more and I’m shooting cum into her without slowing down.

We both fall face down on the mattress, breaths heaving from exertion, and our sweat combines. I tear my shirt off, pull her close, and kiss her face and lips. She’s a habit I’ll never quit. I twirl her hair around my hand, tighten it, and tilt her head until our eyes meet.

“You’re a good girl, Schatzi.” I climb on top of her. “The best.” I kiss each cheek.

“Thank you, Mein Lieber.” Our eyes connect and we smile.

“You’re mine, Jules. Only mine. No one will ever see you naked, fuck you, or touch you without my permission. I own every inch of you.” She nods. “And you own me.”

Another round, and we fall asleep in the bedroom. We wake before Elise and Elliott see us walking out of the room.