Read A Little Harmless Obsession Online
Authors: Melissa Schroeder
Tags: #Red Hots!, #Contemporary Romance
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“There are no rules against showing your pleasure. It will help me understand what you want…need from me.”
He rolled one nipple between his fingers. A low moan escaped. “That’s good.” With one last soft pinch to each nipple, he released her and unhooked the restraints from the ceiling.
Rubbing his hands down her arms, he led her toward the middle of the platform. A crinkle formed above her eyes telling him she was confused. While some Doms got off on keeping a sub completely in the dark, and it did have its place in some training, a new sub needed to know the basics to ease their nerves.
Anticipation was one thing, being skittish was another thing all together.
“I don’t like leaving anyone in that position for too long. It’s not good for the circulation, and it really isn’t the ideal position for what I had in mind.”
Evan couldn’t keep the excitement or need out of his voice. He wasn’t sure she could recognize it. His body screamed to conquer, to take her as his, but he knew it wouldn’t happen. It was his job to initiate her, nothing else. The idea that he would never touch her after tonight ate at him He led her down the stairs to one of his favorite pieces of equipment. Shaped like a gymnasium horse, it could be lowered in height and provided hooks on the side for her restraints. He still said nothing, knowing that the silence added a level of tension that would bring her a more glorious release in the end.
Without a word, he pressed on her lower back, urging her forward. Soon he had her bent over, her cuffs hooked on, and her ass in the perfect position for the ultimate viewing experience for the audience.
He’d made sure the audio had been turned off for them, although he knew that had not been Micah’s intention. But he wanted music for the two of them, just for them. After he picked out his favorite playlist, one that always reminded him of May, the smooth, sensual voice of Lauryn Hill filled the room. He moved the paddle into grabbing distance.
Not being able to resist, he placed both hands on the fullest part of her ass and squeezed. She rarely wore jeans or pants to work, so seeing the actual shape of her rear didn’t happen that often. Still, it wouldn’t matter after tonight. Every time he closed his eyes he would probably see it. Lord knows he’d dream of taking her from behind. He slid his hands up and over to the small of her back. His fingers trembled and he had to grit his teeth to fight the desire to slip them between her cheeks, into the small puckered hole. She tensed slightly. With one last lingering caress, he moved to pick up the paddle.
“I glanced at your questionnaire.” He rubbed the padded toy over her rear end. “You seem to have a…shall we call it…
interest
in spankings.”
May sucked in a quick breath as she tried to calm her racing heart. When she’d filled out the application she had been completely honest. In this, she wanted to be true to herself, or she would never find out just what was wrong with her in the bedroom. But everything had spiraled out of control when Evan had stepped in as her Dom. She knew he thought he was protecting her in some way, but it had added 62
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another layer of excitement to it all. She hadn’t expected the stakes to rise to this level so fast. At least, that was what she was thinking. What she was feeling…well, it overrode any objections her mind might have.
Every nerve in her body was attuned to Evan. This went beyond infatuation—
that
she had dealt with for the past few years and had been positive she’d shaken the affliction. No, this was scarier, more uncontrollable. This encompassed her entire being.
With the blindfold shielding her eyes, she could hear his every move, even with the music pumping through the speakers. Each shift of his feet made her pulse jump. Heat surged through her blood and her heart smacked against her ribs. She yearned to feel his hands on her again. There was a gentleness in his caress she hadn’t expected for a man who was always so hard. She worried about her mind while her body craved his touch—but she did her best not show any of this. She knew this was a game, to see if he could control her. While she knew that at some point she would have to give in a little, she would be damned if she would relinquish everything to a man who would never see her as a woman. He acted as if she was some non-sexual being, that her needs should be pure or nonexistent. That was, until tonight. Now, he wanted to fulfill her fantasies. And, dammit, that pissed her off.
He drew closer and she could smell his cologne. Musky, sandalwood, it was the same it had always been. But there was something different beneath it, something that attracted her more. Taking another deep breath, she realized it was Evan. It was his unique wild scent that tantalized her. She tried to swallow but found her mouth dry.
He tapped her rear end with the paddle. Just a swat—barely that—but her breathing hitched and her chest grew tight. Still she tried her best not to show her reaction. Evan rubbed it against her rear again and without warning, pulled back and smacked her. This time though, it was harder. Heat vibrated from that spot outward. With the next hit, her sex clenched as she grew damp. May used every ounce of her self-control to resist the urge to rub against the contraption she was tethered to. Before she could recover, he gave her another slap, again a little harder than the last.
Holy mother of God.
Just those few slaps had liquid heat filling her sex. She curled her toes and waited for the next smack. He said nothing, but she could hear him breathing, sense him standing behind her.
Seconds ticked by. The music changed to something slower, sultrier. It was a man this time singing of seduction and love. She wanted to move, to ease the tension, but the silence stretched, as did her nerves.
When Evan finally touched her, he used his hand, smoothing over the irritated spot he’d smacked. Heated skin met cool palm. His fingers danced over her flesh, leaving the already sensitized area tingling.
“Your skin pinkens so nicely.”
His voice had deepened along with his southern accent. She had always loved his twang, the way it slipped over the words, drew out the endings. But now, it was even more pronounced. It made her think of lounging in bed, his hands leisurely coursing over her flesh.
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A moment later, it was as if he had read her mind. He traced between her cheeks, his callused digits barely touching her flesh. Every instinct urged her to rise to her tiptoes and invite him to slip between her cheeks, but she fought it. Evan might want her to show her pleasure, but she knew the game. If she exposed any weakness to him, he would use it to get to her. And dammit, she refused to do that. It was bad enough he was the one she was submitting to. She refused to let him break her. She knew if he had been Micah, she wouldn’t have fought it like this, but something about having Evan as her Dom made her want to be more defiant. Instead of stopping, Evan skimmed his fingers between her legs to her swollen sex. Just one touch of his fingers to her slit and she quivered. The area was already sensitive from her anticipation. The spanking had heightened her arousal, had her dripping. Her clit was hard, aching, ready to be caressed into orgasm. Curling her lips inward, she fought any sound that threatened to escape. She was ready to come if he would just move the tip of his finger a little higher…
She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped the moment he moved his hand away. Masculine satisfaction filled his chuckle.
“Don’t worry. Your time is near. But I get the sense you think you decide what happens.” She was more than willing to give him a piece of her mind and she tried to jerk her head around to tell him, but he stayed her with his hand. His fingers slipped through her silky hair, almost as if he was trying to calm her. He massaged her scalp with tender strokes. Damn him, it was working. The arousal was still there, still had her tense, but when he was touching her she could somehow find a bit of peace. He bent down until his face was level with hers.
“Easy.” His breath feathered across her ear lobe. “You have to remember I’m in charge. You don’t choose when and where you find pleasure. I do. But then, I have a feeling you need a little breaking in.
Knew you would be a spirited sub.” He paused, then said, “Remember, you have a safe word—if you’re ready to quit.”
She frowned, irritation slinking down her spine. She knew that tone. Evan was good at getting people to do what he wanted, knew what buttons to push. And even understanding he was goading her, she clenched her jaw and endured.
Another chuckle escaped and he moved away from her. He trailed his fingers down her spine, then palmed her still-tingling ass.
“You play a good game, May, but I think I need to take this up a notch.” He moved away from her then, and again, he made little noise. She was sure in normal situations she wouldn’t have heard him, but now, she sensed him. Something in her had connected to him. Anticipation soared again, and she had a feeling Evan was pacing himself…another effort to control her. In most cases, she’d have been pissed. May liked to control every situation—but apparently not this one. Now her body warmed, waited, eagerness dancing along her nerve endings. With each minute that ticked by, her arousal 64
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heightened. Not being able to see what was going on had her mind racing, her body humming. At the moment she thought she could not wait any longer, he moved back to her.
“The one thing you will have to learn is who is in charge, who calls the shots. I’m not sure you completely believe that you shouldn’t be the one in control.” He slipped his hand between her legs, his fingers tracing over her soaked folds. She bit her lip again.
Evan must have sensed it because he thrust a finger into her. This time she could not stop the moan. He pulled almost all the way out, then shoved it back in.
Each little thrust pushed her further to the pinnacle. Tension gathered in the pit of her stomach, tightened. She could feel her orgasm coming, feel her body tensing, preparing.
Then…he stopped. He leaned over her, his chest against her back. She could feel his heart beat as out of control as hers. She could feel his jean-encased cock hard against her rear. His breath feathered over her ear as he leaned even closer. “Don’t think you can control anything. Not what is done to you, not how you feel. It is all for me to give.”
His voice was low, guttural, his arousal easy to hear. He slipped his finger out of her pussy, slipping it between her cheeks. She tensed as he neared her anus, but he easily moved up her back.
“You will learn at some point that you have no control here. Every pleasure you feel is mine to give.” His hand moved away, then connected with her rear end in a hard, flat-handed slap. It jolted her, sending a rush of tingles across her flesh. She sensed him kneeling the moment before his lips made contact with cheeks. A ripple of pleasure rushed through her as he moved his mouth over her, his tongue darting out between the playful nips. A moan slipped from her lips before she could stop it.
“Ah, good girl.” He nipped the fullest part of her right cheek. He continued moving his mouth over her cheeks as his hand slipped between her legs. “Damn, woman, you’re soaking my hand.” May could feel her face turning red, but she ignored it. She knew she was wet. She was damn near close to losing it. And dammit, he was moving his hand over her mound, teasing her, skimming over her clit. Everything was tensed. Her body was poised for release once again but it was just out of reach. Up and over, again and again, touching, but barely any pressure, not enough to get her to come. The fourth time, she growled.
He chuckled. “Frustrated?”
She didn’t answer at first, and his hand stilled. Seconds ticked and her body demanded completion.
“Yes.”
His hand started to move again.”Hmm. Good. Just remember, don’t come unless I say so.” She wanted to blast him, but at this moment, she couldn’t. She needed to come, needed that release, and at the moment, she would do anything to achieve it. Tears streamed down her face as a maelstrom of emotion swept through her. Shame and arousal shifted through her. At that point, he increased the pressure
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with his hand, pressing hard against her clit. Her orgasm shimmered in the distance, right there for her to take, but she hesitated, waited, and he must of have felt it. Felt her need to hear his order.
He pressed again and she had to curl her toes into the floor and order her body to hold on. She needed it, needed to feel the pleasant rush of release. But she could hold back, needed to because she now needed Evan to give her permission.
He moved slipped a finger between her folds, his thrusts demanding.
“Yes, baby, that’s it. Come for me.”
For a split second, she couldn’t respond, her body froze at the order. Every emotion she had been trying to fight seemed to crash through her, sending her brain function into disarray.
“Dammit, May. Do it now.” The harsh, guttural demand sent her soaring, her whole body convulsing with her orgasm. He didn’t stop there, but kept pushing her, driving his finger into her. As her body started to come down from her release, he pushed her up and over a second time. This time, she screamed, her body shivering from the release as it rolled through her.
Moments later, his hands moved over her slick flesh, up her body to her wrists. He released the cuffs and pulled her up and into his arms. The next thing she knew he was laying her on something that felt like a bed. He brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek, and she thought he would take off her blindfold.
But the next second, he was moving away. Before she could react, he was gone. She slipped her fingers beneath the soft fabric and pulled it off. She blinked against the lights and looked around. She was in another room, small, with a bed and little else. One glance told her no one could see her here, that she was hidden from view…and all alone.