Edging Obsession

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E lisabeth and Anja exchange looks after Miles invites them to his house. He’s been on the sidelines for too long. At some point, my dominant man must take control of the situation. It’s in his blood. Miles suggests they come over for dinner tonight. This way, we have time to process everything and spend time to get to know one another. He’ll send a driver to pick them up around six. Because it’s Miles, we all accept it. I love this about him. He knows what to do and say, and his strong character has everyone in agreement without argument.

On the way home, my mom and dad glance out their respective windows lost in thought. At least they’re holding hands. We drop them off and head to his house. I’ve been quiet too. There’s so much to take in. Finding out my parents aren’t really my biological parents is a hard pill to swallow. They’ve been a constant in my life. Now, I meet a woman I resemble who doesn’t even speak the same language as me. Plus, I don’t know my father. On top of all that, the thought of my parents giving attention to their real daughter cuts deep.

Before I can think about anything else, Miles picks me up and slings me over his shoulder, carrying me into the dungeon area. He slides me down his body until I’m standing in front of him. When I’m close to him like this, I want to submit to everything and anything he’d like to do to me. Free my mind of the sadness and fear. By now, Miles has figured out the things I like, what makes me tick, explode, or what I shy away from. How much pain to inflict and sometimes not to inflict any at all.

His large hands work me out of my clothes while he remains fully clothed. It adds to my submissiveness.

With a gentle brush of the back of his hand against my cheek, he says, “You need something to divert your attention. To stop thinking.”

“Mmhmm. What do you have in mind?”

“You’ll see, Schatzi. Just give me all of you.”

Miles leads me to a leather swing hanging from the ceiling by chains. He sits me into it, feeding my arms through leather hoops, and cuffs my wrists to them before proceeding to slide my legs through the hoops at the other end until they’re supporting my thighs. My butt is on the edge of the seat, and I’m completely on display. The leather is soft, which has me releasing tension and focusing on my man, who lifts my right foot, kissing the arch and doing the same to the other. His actions are a paradox in this room where pain and pleasure meet in the most incredible ways. Where a spanking hurts yet relieves the mind of clutter.

His back is to me while he rummages through a drawer to reveal beautiful silver chains connected to a center silver loop. When I look closer, I notice rubber clamps at the end of each chain. Miles lays it over my stomach, leaning forward and giving me a deep, seductive kiss, while stroking up my abs, over my breasts, downward to my sensitive inner thighs. I sigh.

My half-lidded eyes watch him handle the silver chain, letting it slip between his fingers before feeding it over his hand.

He gives me the smile I fell for from the start—sexy and mischievous. “Do you know what these are, Schatzi?”

My face scrunches when I say, “Nipple clamps?” He nods. “What’s the third one for?”

His eyebrow rises. “For your clit, of course.”

“Miles—”

“Don’t make me punish you. Lay back.”

I let out a shaky breath, pressing my back into the swing. He stands between my legs, placing one clamp on my right nipple, causing me to hiss, and the other on the left.

My breath speeds up, and he places his hand on my stomach. “Breathe, Schatzi. Follow the pain.”

I do as he says. An underlining numbness creeps into the pain, making it bearable. Miles slides his finger down my abdomen, eyes locked on mine, placing the clamp on my clit. I scream so loud my throat burns, and my chest heaves up and down. He lightly runs his finger over my seam, and then wiggles between my swollen lips, sliding up and down my slit. My head shakes back and forth, whispering no, no, no , while tears slip from the corners of my eyes.

“Say your safe word if you want me to stop. Otherwise, I’m continuing.”

Now I’m crying. I should shout out my safe word, except I want to see how far I can handle the pain. Pain is a fickle friend. Sometimes it keeps me company, dismissing all thoughts, and other times, it battles against the balance of pleasure, pushing me toward a breaking point.

Miles snaps me from thought with his tongue perusing my lips and blowing on my clit. It rewires my pain, which is still there, hiding under a blanket of arousal. My cries simmer into whimpers, then moans when he dips his tongue inside. Miles finds a rhythm of licking, blowing, and entering, bringing an orgasm to the forefront. My whispers, yes, there, and my God Miles grow with the intensity of my climax, and then I’m screaming and heaving loud like an animal. I’m twitching through the aftermath while panting.

When Miles stands, his face is wet, but he doesn’t wipe it off. Just smiles at his efforts and the outcome.

“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.

M y 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 as I can 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.