Edging Obsession

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J ules takes me to bed after I find out about my whore of a dead wife. I left my humiliation and burdens in the gym, only to wake in the middle of the night with anger. The sting of betrayal and abandonment has followed me my entire fucking life. I’m sick of it. This is why control burns through my veins. Control allows me to thrive. With my Schatzi, sex relieves us both of our constraints. When I’m focused on dominating her, controlling her pain and pleasure, everything burns away for that moment in time, and it rejuvenates me. Jules’ submission does the same for her. We were meant to be together.

Except learning of Karina’s infidelity has my anger rising. I leave Jules to find that sonofabitch, Uwe. At the shed, Hendrick has him handcuffed to the wall, half hanging. He lifts his head when he hears me and gives me a bloody smile. The smug bastard finds this amusing.

He lets out a gurgled laugh, and says, “Bist du hier, um mich aufzumischen? Vielleicht um mich zu t?ten?” ( Are you here to rough me up? Maybe kill me?)

Even though my knuckles are split open from the punching bag, I slip on a pair of brass knuckles and approach him. I look at this piece of shit, mangily in appearance, wondering how she chose him over me. How could she pick this skinny asshole? Sex wasn’t nowhere near as great as it is with Jules, but we had our good times. Karina was never left unsatiated. Maybe he has a bigger dick. Or maybe he fed Karina’s narcissism when I retreated from her.

I can’t figure it out. She had money at her disposal. We partied at the clubs, fucked in public, I entertained her desires in group sex by letting her be with others. If it made her happy, I gave it to her, except the constant attention. Karina expected me to drop everything when she called. When in her presence, she expected my attention to be all on her. Once pregnant, she was worse, laying a guilt trip on me that I loved the baby more than her. Deep down, I did love the baby more. I couldn’t wait for her to have it, so I could give my undivided attention to my child.

Indulging Jules is different. Her medical condition adds to it, and as much as I hated Karina’s neediness, I twice as much love it with Jules. She calms my inner chaos. My micro-bursts when overwhelmed. I feel loved by her need for me.

Jules is my favorite song.

I tilt my head at Uwe. Unfortunately, all the dreams I had about the baby are now poisoned by the fact this asshole could be the father.

His taunting expression, the humor in his eyes, brings forth my inner demon. I pull my arm back, using all my might, and punch him in the face with the brass knuckles. This knocks him out. Hendrick retrieves a cold bucket, and I toss it on him to wake him up. I’m not done yet. Releasing his bindings, he falls to the ground, cursing and then laughing, rolling onto his side.

“Karina sagte, du w?rst ein eiskalter Arsch.” (Karina said you were a cold prick.) He grabs his crotch. “Aber sie hat meinen gro?en Schwanz geliebt.” (But she loved my big cock.)

I grab his hair, hauling him up, and through gritted teeth say, “Ich sch?tze, was für den einen Müll ist, ist für den anderen ein Schatz. Du hast mir einen Gefallen getan.” (I guess one man’s trash is another’s treasure. You did me a favor.)

His mouth drops open and Hendrick hands me a wrench, which I shove in his mouth and proceed to pull his teeth out. The shed is soundproof, so no one can hear his screams. After he’s toothless, I clip off all his fingers using a cigar cutter. Every time he’s about to pass out, we use other measures to wake him. Now, I’m done. Taking Hendrick’s gun, I point it at Uwe’s head and shoot him between the eyes.

The shed has a washroom, so I take a quick shower and change clothes before returning home. Then I take another shower to rid myself of the scum. Plus, I don’t like bringing this part of the job home.

Jules is sitting up in bed rubbing her eyes. “Where did you go, Miles?”

I get into bed naked, kissing her neck, and working her out of her pajamas. “I couldn’t sleep, so I met up with Hendrick.”

She cuddles into my chest. “Are you feeling better?”

My mouth captures hers with a possessive, demanding kiss. Bruising. Jules moans into my mouth, while my cock jabs into her stomach. After I’ve expunged my emotions, and killed a man, I’m fucking horny and hungry for Jules. No matter how sexually intense I get, Jules doesn’t complain. Hard or soft, she melts and submits for me.

Kneading her wondrous skin, I tuck her under me, sliding my cock between her wet folds. The sounds coming from her drive me insane. I’m squeezing her in my embrace while humping her. Karina flashes through my mind. Her fucking someone during group sex while smiling at me as I’m fucking another woman. My hips move fast to chase away the nightmare I once called my wife.

I abruptly stop, sliding down Jules’ body and burying my face in her pussy. Her glorious pussy. It was crafted for my mouth, hands, and cock. My tongue slides, licks, circles her clit, and then I nip it. This has her hips lifting, and her body locks up when her orgasm hits.

This isn’t enough for me. I’m on overdrive from the past two days, so I’m pursuing my nirvana. I flip Jules onto her stomach, pulling her hips upward, and keeping her upper body on the mattress. Her fantastic ass is in the air.

Jules looks over her shoulder, my eyes and hands trailing over her smooth cheeks. “I want to fuck your ass.”

Her body tenses. Anal sex is one of the things she has been on the fence about. The unknown pain worries her more than the crop or flogger. My hand circles her ass, kneading the flesh, and my thumb lightly trails between her cheeks. Jules sucks in a breath, letting out a shaky moan. I’ve fucked her mouth and pussy; I’m ready to take her plump ass. Our relationship is to build upon the trust we already have for one another. It’s time. Time for a good anal fucking.

“What do you say, Jules?”

She bites her bottom lip, and with a shaky voice, says, “Okay. If it will make you feel better.”

“Make us both feel good. No matter how much I want it, I’ll stop if you ask. Any pain and I won’t go further.” Jules gives a slight nod. “What’s your safe word?”

“Triscuit.”

“Well, Schatzi, that word controls me fucking your ass.”

Her cheek rests against the mattress. I retrieve the lube from the side table, get back between her legs, douse my fingers with the lube, and slip one inside her. My finger pumps in and out of her and I lean forward, biting her ass cheek, then I soothe it with my tongue.

Jules cries out, “Oh God, Miles…”

My other hand slips underneath, battling her clit while the other helps draw out an orgasm. Jules’ body becomes rigid, her inner walls grip my fingers, whimpering through her release. I haven’t let up on her clit and pussy as she begs me to stop. Two more orgasms, and her body begins to relax.

There’s nothing about my Schatzi that I don’t crave. Splaying my hands across her ass cheeks, thumbs spreading them wide, I eat her ass. My tongue runs from asshole to opening, back up, and circles her sweet, puckered hole. Damn, her velvety shaved skin feels incredible on my tongue. I hear Jules panting, enjoying the sparks I’m causing from all the sensory nerves, rocking back into me. My tongue wiggles inside, held captive by her ring, pushing in and out. I soak my hand with lube, rub it around her asshole, while my tongue assaults her. She’s moaning, pushing into my face.

“Miles…more.”

My finger replaces my tongue, slowly popping through and creating a circular motion. Jules tightens as soon as I’m fitted inside.

“Relax, Schatzi.” Her body weight melts onto the bed. “Good, girl. Close your eyes and enjoy the sensation.”

For a few minutes, I repeat the motion, pull out to add more lube, and insert two fingers. She automatically freezes, clamping down on my fingers.

I stop and swirl my other hand over her pliable cheeks. “Breathe.”

Again, it soothes her. Between her arousal and the lube, it isn’t too difficult for my two fingers to slide in, drawing circles. I continue until she’s sobbing from the movement. The squishing sound stops as I remove my fingers. Squeezing lots of lube into the crack of her ass and into my hand, I spread it in and around her asshole, stroking my dick with the leftover.

I pull her hips up and toward me, positioning behind her, and say, “Schatzi.” She looks over her shoulder. “You’ll feel pressure when my cock enters. Don’t clench your ass because it will cause pain. Understand?” She nods and I pinch her ass. “Speak.”

“I understand.”

“Take a deep breath now.” As she does, the head of my cock pops past the ring. “You doing okay?”

“Yes. It feels weird.”

“I’m going to rock into you, inching in, so rub your clit.”

She does while my pelvis rocks back and forth, and little by little my cock fills her ass. Once I’m completely seated, I pause for her to adjust.

“How does it feel?”

Jules lets out a shaky, “Full. It doesn’t hurt though.”

“Good. Now I’m going to move in and out. Remain chilled.”

I squeeze more lube into the crack of her ass, coating my dick as I move in and out. A methodic rhythm while she gasps and moans, building in speed. When I pull out, I smack her cheek, slamming back in. She’s slick enough for easy entrance. Slow withdrawal. Quick thrust. Now I’m vocally joining her. The sensation is unbelievable. My hand comes down, reddening her ass while my pelvis propels faster. Jules’ screams, securing herself on my dick, and my bruising grip on her hips, prepares me for my own. My balls tighten and it hits as I murmur how much I love her, spilling inside her ass. I close my eyes to the bliss.