Edging Obsession

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W hen Miles says he wants to participate in group sex, I’m not gonna lie, a jolt of excitement and nerves zaps through me. I’ve not only been curious about it, but I also feel as if I’m missing out on the experience, especially since he’s done it before. The idea of being naked in front of others is thrilling and unsettling. Does everyone check each other out? Will they stare at me? My main worry is if anyone else participates. For me, the thrill is to have sex in front of others, not so much with others.

He swings me from side to side while walking us over to the couch. Once settled on his lap, his hand caresses my thigh in a loving way. I’ve yet to answer him. When he mentioned it, I tilted my head back, closing my eyes to imagine it.

Miles studies me. “Jules? Is it something you’re interested in?”

My body leans into his, picking at a lone thread on the sleeve of my sweatshirt. I twist it tight around my finger and watch my finger turn red. This is my favorite sweater. I probably wouldn’t wear it to a sex party. Did I take my meds today? Why would I think about my meds while we’re discussing a sex party? An orgy. Do you wear clothes to one or arrive butt-naked?

He gently captures my jaw to get my attention. “Hey! Where’s your mind at?’

I give him a goofy smile. “All over. Did I take my meds?”

“Yes.” His eyebrows scrunch together. “Are you okay, Jules?”

“Yeah. I guess I’m anxious.”

“About what?”

“Orgies.”

He lets out a laugh, cups the side of my head, and presses me into his body. “Schatzi, I don’t want you worrying. If you don’t want to do it, we don’t have to do it.”

“But—”

“Jules. What did I tell you? It’s important we both want it.”

I’m sitting against his chest sideways, resting my hand on his forearm. Everything about Miles is strength. I love it. He’s also safety. Aside from the kidnapping, he’s kept me safe, even from the crazy man and woman who shot at me. Miles took the bullet for one and risked it with the other. I want to give him this sexual experience…and it’s piqued my interest, too. Not to mention, it bothers the hell out of me he’s experienced it with other women.

“Well, you did it with other women, so why shouldn’t I do it?”

Miles rests his cheek on top of my head. “What I did in the past is nothing compared to my time with you. Got it?”

On his forearm, I trace an invisible M and J with the tip of my finger. “Okay. But I’m curious.”

Cocooned in his arms, he says, “Ask me anything, Jules. I’ll tell you about them.”

“So…how do they work?”

“They take place a couple of times a week. They’re mainly people who work for Johann and I and their guests. There’s a sexy dress code, so the women are scantily dressed to lure in a partner, if they come alone or to add onto their party. There’s a cash bar setup in the warehouse, which doesn’t look like a warehouse from the inside. It’s furnished with beds, couches, pillows, chairs, bean bags, throw rugs everywhere. Consent is number one. People mingle for different reasons. To watch and masturbate. Create a threesome. Move from one to another. Or some remain with their partners to experience public sex. There are all types.”

“How does someone know if you’re interested or not?”

“A straight-forward yes or no. We have a list of rules everyone must follow before participating. If they break any, they receive one warning, after that, none. They’re kicked out. Again, no one is forced to do anything. They can experience it alone, with another, or more. It doesn’t matter.”

“Will you share me?”

“No!”

I push away to look at him. “No? Not a man or woman?”

“I don’t like sharing. My dead wife used to enjoy others when I was around and behind my back, as I found out. I was open to everything sexual and allowed Karina to explore sex with others in my presence.”

“Was? You said, ‘I was open to everything sexual’. Does that mean you’re not anymore?”

“Yes. I don’t care who shares their partner and how many times. They can make it a MFM, male female male, or FFM, female female male, it doesn’t matter.” He holds my head in his hands, thumbs running over my lips. “When it comes to you, I have a problem sharing.”

This has me sighing from relief, and I kiss his cheek. “I have a problem sharing you, too.” He smiles that sexy ass smile, which had me stripping for him on the first day. “Let’s do it.”

M y parents asked Elisabeth and Anja if it was okay to bring Anja for Easter break to Italy. They remembered Anja talking about how much she wanted to go there, so she jumped at the opportunity. We’ve had Elisabeth over almost every night because I don’t want her to be alone. I haven’t felt comfortable enough to call her Mom, which she understands, yet I hope to be able to at some time.

She hasn’t stopped apologizing for Yusuf’s behavior, and I tell her she has nothing to apologize for. It’s on him, not her. She’s one of the sweetest women I’ve ever met, so it boggles my mind how she fell in love with him. Not only is he a criminal, but he makes money from trafficking innocent people. It’s sick. His rejection probably would have hit me hard if I already didn’t have the greatest mom and dad.

Today, Elisabeth is working all day and visiting a friend, which turns out perfectly since the orgy takes place tonight. I’ve spent the better part of the afternoon going through my closet to find a sexy outfit.

Miles comes into the room, noticing the piles of clothes on top of the bed and floor. “Jules? What the hell is going on?”

From the closet, I toss another outfit on the ground. “I’m trying to find the perfect outfit.” I grumble from frustration. “None of them are sexy enough.”

My gorgeous rock star leans against the door frame, arms folded, shaking his head. “Who are you trying to look sexy for?”

“Them. You.” I throw my arms up. “Everyone. I don’t want to look out of place.”

He barks out a laugh. “Schatzi.” He gathers me into his chest. “First of all, you’re sexy in anything you wear and naked, too. Secondly, I’m all you need to concern yourself with. And thirdly, no one is going to just focus on your outfit. They’ll be picturing you naked.”

I gasp. “What? Stop Miles.”

I laugh into his chest, snuggle closer, and he rocks us. “Relax, Jules. I got you. Once we get there, you’ll realize how orderly and tame everyone acts, and I’m there to say, “No!” His hand tangles in my hair to tug my head back. “This is for you to have fun. If at any time you’re uncomfortable, you tell me, and we leave.”

“How did I get so lucky to find you?”

“Let’s say, we’re both lucky.”

I finally settled on a red silk spaghetti strap dress that hits above my knee. I forego jewelry. Miles has his usual jeans, long sleeve t-shirt, and boots. The way he looks is appetizing, so I don’t lecture him on his so-called dressing nice. Then again, this is pretty much his regular everyday attire.

Since I have a pair of heels on, Miles drives us down to the nearby parking lot, and he takes my hand as we enter the warehouse.

My mouth drops open. It’s magnificent. Nothing I’ve imagined, and Miles left out all these details. The walls are painted a warm burgundy. Instead of overhead lights you’d normally find in a warehouse, fairy lights hang from branches, and spaced along the walls are vine wall décor with warm lighting. It’s not bright or dark; just the perfect amount for a romantic setting. Inviting. Where we walk in is a large lounge area, consisting of a bar, leather couches, chairs, and tables. I was expecting to walk into a room full of naked people fucking. Not sexily dressed men and women, talking, laughing, sharing a drink, and stealing a kiss. My shoulders visibly relax.

Miles smiles at me, grabbing my hand, and says, “I’ll give you a quick tour, and we’ll come back here for a drink.”

He starts at the opposite wall, turning right, away from the lounge. The first place we venture to are the washrooms, equipped with showers, dressing rooms, and a full selection of toiletries. From there, we come across a large playing area, where many people can take part in the activities. There are already three couples who seem to have begun exploring. A woman crawls across the bed and takes my hand. I gasp, yanking my hand back, while she slinks backward, laughing at my reaction. Miles shakes his head at the woman.

The woman must know him, and she asks in German, “M?chtest du mit uns spielen?” (Do you want to play with us?)

“No.”

She shrugs and returns to caressing another woman. My eyes widen as I watch her fingers press inside the other woman’s mouth, who sucks them, until she pulls them out, inserting them into the woman’s pussy.

Miles tugs me away. “Close your mouth, Schatzi. It’s okay to look, that’s what it’s for, but scrunching your face in disgust is not permitted. Everyone has their own kinks, and any negative reaction isn’t appreciated.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just…”

He laughs at my reaction, bringing me to a door in the far corner. It’s the labyrinth area. Inside is a bed, with pillows aligned against the back wall and openings. One opening is where the people get into bed, and at the head and foot of the bed are glassless windows with bars for people to watch. A woman is sitting on a guy’s face, and a man watching taps the mattress. The woman and man agree, so he climbs onto the bed. She readjusts her position, sitting reverse cowgirl on her partner, and then takes the other man’s cock into her mouth. Miles grabs my jaw, kisses me, leading me out of the room, explaining there are three rooms like that one.

We approach another door that has a sliding placard on it, stating Besetzt, which Miles tells me means the room is occupied. It’s a more intimate room for couples who don’t want to be out in the open. The next is the mirror room. No one’s in it, so we peek in. There’s a small couch at the end, mirrors surrounding the bed, and above it. Another room is occupied, which he explains is the beach room. He says this one is the most used and is large enough for six couples. Sand, chairs, a hidden projector, gives the illusion of the ocean, and best of all, sex toys in the shape of things you’d find on the beach, a vibrating starfish, rope, etc.

The last door isn’t occupied yet, which has an assortment of BDSM furniture. After leaving there, we pass a buffet of finger foods near the lounge. Several of Miles’ guards are at a table, calling us over. Two drinks later, I am relaxed. I don’t feel on edge or like I have to fight people off. Everyone appears natural. Some couples left the lounge area, mauling each other while removing their clothes in the opposite direction.

Miles leans over and asks, “Is there a particular place you’d like to try?”

My lips press together, thinking about all the areas. I don’t want to be in the large playing area. Maybe restrict some viewers. The mirror room is too private and there has been a small line waiting for the beach room. I opt for one of the labyrinth rooms. Miles says something to his guards in German, and as we’re walking toward the room, his brother and wife join us, along with a couple of his guards.

We stop at the washrooms to freshen up. Inside, I spray more deodorant on, because I’m sweating. We’re going to have sex in front of others. Can I do it? I spritz my pussy when Johann’s wife, Anna, comes in. I drop my dress, fanning my hands over my face.

She smiles at me. “First?” I nod. “Alles gut. We watch so no one touch you.” I suck in a breath. “I’ve seen Miles.” Now my eyes are about to pop out of my head. “I love Johann.” She runs her hands up and down my arms. “It’s…”

Anna swings around, cooing, as I say, “Fun? It’s fun?”

“Ja. You like.”

She throws her arm around my shoulders, guiding me out to where Johann and five other men are waiting.

Fuck!

Miles notices my fear and takes my face in his hands. “Do you still want to do this, Schatzi?”

My eyes wander from one to the other and I nod. “Are you okay with them seeing me naked?”

“In this environment, it’s fine, and they won’t touch. Actually, not all will be observing. Hendrick bowed out, not wanting to see you. Of course, my brother wants to watch, and so does Anna. They’re perverts.”

I give a weak smile. “Thanks, I guess?”

He laughs. “Jules, they’ll wind up masturbating or fucking. Other people might come in to observe, too. Are you okay with it?”

A hard swallow has me pausing. “Yes. I want to experience it at least once.”

Releasing my face and taking my hand, we enter one of the labyrinths. Johann and Anna stand at the foot of the bed, wrapping their hands around the bars prior to exchanging a kiss. The others back up to the far wall while Miles pulls his shirt off, gently grasps my face, smashing his mouth against mine. His hands slip under my dress, fingertips swirling over my skin and ass cheeks.

He pulls away, bringing my dress up and over my head. My arms automatically cover my breast. I’m standing in front of everyone in only a thong and heels.

Miles’ embrace buries me from view, and his lips come to the shell of my ear. “Focus on us, Schatzi. The sensations. Pretend no one is in the room.”

I whisper an okay .

He hooks his thumbs into my thong, lowering them to the floor, and continues to remove my heels. He takes my hand, escorting me onto the bed while he toes off his boots and relinquishes his clothes. Miles’ cock is javelin hard and red. He climbs on the bed, covering me with his body, kissing my face, neck, collarbone, causing my eyes to close. I moan from his attention. Miles wrote the book on foreplay. He created patterns following my cues and has committed them all to memory. Every brush of his lips. Dance of his fingertips. Pain chased away by pleasure.

On my back, Miles snuggles between my thighs, giving attention to my breasts. Squeezed together, he sucks and nips at my nipple, then switches to the other. My head tilts back, enjoying the way his tongue laps at my skin, teeth marking it, and then his lips taper the pain. I open my eyes halfway to find Johann standing behind Anna, his hands massaging her breasts as they stare at us. To my left, two of his bodyguards’ sights are locked on what Miles is doing. This raises my arousal the way it does to their darkening eyes.

Miles scoots lower, planting kisses down my stomach, atop my pelvis, and his thumbs spread my lips apart. With the tip of his tongue, he slides it up from opening to clit in slow motion, wiggling it from side to side in the middle and continuing. When I moan, I see Johann and Anna licking their lips, as if encouraging Miles even though his bare ass is to them. My thighs widen for him. In Miles’ fashion, his tongue runs between my swollen lips, sucking them into his mouth and my clit, keeping the rhythm. Once I’m wet enough, his finger slips inside me, then another. He sits up, pressing against one leg, fingers still inside, holding down my other leg, and finger fucks me hard. I’m groaning, attempting to raise my pelvis, but I’m flattened to the bed. His fingers curl inside, pumping vigorously, I’m crying out, fisting a pillow, squirting onto the bed.

Unlike at home, Miles moves from one thing to another without taking a breather. Eyes bolted on me, his fingers fill my mouth, and I swirl my tongue and suck on them, tasting me. This has his arousal kicking up a notch. Pulling me up from my armpits, he angles me against the back wall, kneels in front, painting my lips with his pre-cum, and slides his cock into my mouth. From the corner of my eye, I can see more people gathering around. This has my heartbeat speeding up, but Miles touches my nose and points to his eyes. I obey, and soon I’m caught up in him fucking my mouth. It disappears deep down my throat, remaining there, before pulling back. My eyes water from gagging and the loss of air. I know my mascara is smearing, and Miles takes his thumb, dragging it over my eyes, making it worse.

After about five minutes, he pulls out of my mouth, backs up, and takes a hold of my thighs, yanking me down on the bed. Miles’ face is near mine when he enters me, starting off in an unhurried deep dive, tapping my cervix, and retracting. This pace continues for a bit, lips touching, breaths mingling, until the drive isn’t enough. Miles’ craving explodes. He balances on his hands, revving up, and then he turns primal. His hands wrap around my throat while his pelvis snaps with force, fucking me hard and deep, muscles and veins popping from his arms. The bed shakes from his punching pelvic thrusts. He grunts, eyes locked on mine, throat dipping under his hands. Tears pour from the painful onslaught of jabs. Miles’ cock is thick and long, so this kind of fucking isn’t the norm. For the first time, I come from sex without clitoral stimulation. Miles roars my name when he squirts inside me.

While we come down from our high, people clap, fading away to another room to give us privacy.

Miles inspects my neck, eyes narrowing on it. “My fingerprints are on your throat. Did I hurt you?”

I let out a soft laugh. “Not my neck. You fucked me raw. I’m going to be sore for weeks.”

He nestles his face into the curve of my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Schatzi.”

“No, I enjoyed it.”

Talking into my neck, he asks, “And the audience?”

I pause, biting my lip to find the words, and he lifts to look at me. “It was strange. I got nervous at one point, and then horny when I saw Johann and Anna staring while you ate me out.”

He kisses my cheek and whispers, “That’s because you have the prettiest pussy in the world.”

Miles dresses, tucks my thong in his pocket, helps me into my dress, and carries me with my heels hanging from his fingers. I can’t help marveling over this man, because it’s like swallowing the moon, and having the moon beams light up my insides and shoot out of my fingers and toes. He’s strong, rough around the edges, but the most caring and loving man I’ve ever met…aside from my dad.

He catches me staring at him. “What’s up, Jules?”

I rest my head on his shoulder. “Nothing. Just realizing how lucky I am.”

In the washroom, Miles helps clean me up, brings me to the lounge, and gets me a plate of food from the buffet. The two bodyguards who watched us are sitting at the table, and Johann and Anna come up when Miles does. They speak in German and Miles interprets.

Johann nudges Miles and says, “Nice job!”

Anna takes my hand, and asks, “Did you enjoy it?”

At this point, all I can do is nod. Now seeing them afterward is awkward. His bodyguards tell Miles he’s an animal, which they can understand, having me as his girlfriend. I can feel my face reddening, and for the rest of the night, I listen to them talk until sleep prevails.