A Little Harmless Obsession

by Melissa Schroeder

  She followed his orders exactly.

  “Look at yourself. In the mirror.”

  It took her a moment to look up. She wasn’t a woman who had always been comfortable with her body…or at least looked at herself naked. Her face was flush with embarrassment and excitement. But she didn’t look below her neck.

  Evan approached her, his gaze on hers in the mirror. “I want you to look, to see what I see.”

  He skimmed his hand down her spine, then around to her breast. He took a turgid nipple between his fingers, rolling it gently.

  “Watch.”

  It took all of her control to order herself to look down at what he was doing. His hand was light against her skin, his nimble fingers easily teasing her.

  “Your breasts are so responsive. Look how pretty that nipple is.”

  As she watched, he pulled his hand away, then moved to tease the other nipple. “I would love to put these in nipple clamps.” He pinched the nipple on the word clamps.

  Clamps? She would have never thought the idea sexy at all, but now, her whole body responded to the comment. Another gush of liquid filled her pussy and wet the tops of her thighs. Just watching him tease her nipple had her heart racing and she could not look away. Every stroke shot straight to her cunt.

  Before she was ready for him to stop, he pulled away.

  “Now, I want you to keep watching.” When she closed her eyes to gather her senses, he gave her rear end a hard, quick slap. “Obey me now, or, as I promised you, punishment will be worse, much worse.”

  He waited until she opened her eyes. “You will watch me…watch what I do to you.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Her immediate answer earned her a soft caress where he had slapped her.

  He moved away and opened up a drawer. He pulled out what looked like a riding crop. “I bought this yesterday. I’ve been dying to use it on you since I touched it.”

  Her eyes widened at that statement and he nodded.

  “I just knew what I wanted to do to you when I had you here, and I bought even more toys for you. But I’ll not let you have them unless you learn your lesson.”

  He dropped his gaze from hers and concentrated on her ass. He rubbed his hand over it, squeezing it much as he had the night at the club. He slipped his fingers between her cheeks and she instantly tensed.

  “You’ve never done anal?”

  “No.”

  “We’re going to try it.”

  She frowned.

  “Not tonight, but we will. I want you that way. I want to slip inside that tight ass and fuck you. I can’t believe with your pleasure with spanking that you haven’t thought about it.”

  If her face got any hotter, it would go up in flames.

  “Ah, you have thought about it. I figured you would have.”

  Of course she had. Since she’d first read it in an erotic romance, the forbidden idea had become her fantasy. To be taken so completely, in every way possible, had been a secret dream of hers for the past couple of years.

  “I’ll wait, though it will be hard. You need to be prepared for that.” He trailed his fingers over her bottom one last time. “Spread your legs.”

  She did, but apparently it wasn’t enough to satisfy him. He slipped the riding crop between her legs, skimming it against one thigh, then he wiggled it. It brushed against her slit, pulling another moan from her. She moved her legs so far apart she had to balance herself on the dresser.

  “Good girl.”

  Without any other comment, he drew back his arm and swatted her bottom with the crop—hard. The sting of it against her flesh was familiar, but somehow different. He hit her rear again and again, never really hitting the same spot. As before, she loved it. The slight pain gave way to a delicious heat that crawled through her, over her skin. Heat flared out, moved through blood. The sharp sting of the crop had her gasping several times, but Evan paid no heed. He kept slapping her until she could feel her bottom had been covered. Her skin tingled, burned. With each spank, her clit throbbed. Watching him in the mirror was another aphrodisiac altogether. This was different than the night at the club. That had been about experiencing submission for the first time. Yes, Evan had been the Dom, but he hadn’t been her Dom. He had been playing a part. This time, he wasn’t. This time she would experience it completely with Evan.

  He was breathing heavily when he finished, and he smoothed his hand over her rear.

  “Gorgeous.”

  The sound of awe in his voice, the look of admiration on his face, did more than arouse her. Shame dissolved as a feeling of rightness replaced it.

  “God, just seeing it all red makes me want to come right now.” He leaned over and kissed her shoulder. “You like it, doncha, baby?”

  “Yes.”

  She continued to watch him until he dipped his head and moved out of view. The moment his mouth moved over her burning flesh, she moaned. She couldn’t hold that back, couldn’t even begin to contemplate how to do it. The coolness of his tongue flicking over her hot skin caused her legs to quiver. She was dripping with arousal. He stopped before she was ready and he pulled away abruptly.

  He caught her gaze in the mirror again, the harsh lines of his face telling her that she wasn’t the only one suffering. “Come with me.”

  He led her to the bed and settled on top of the mattress as he pulled her between his legs.

  Her nerves were overwrought. She rarely stood in front of a man naked, let alone with a light on and he being completely dressed. She stared hard at the seascape he had hung above his bed.

  “Look at me.”

  She hesitated for the barest second.

  “Do it now.”

  Her heart hammered at the way he shot out the command. She obeyed and watched him as he leaned forward to take a nipple in his mouth. He watched her, never breaking eye contact as his tongue slipped over one tip then the other before he wrapped his lips around one. He sucked hard, the motion shooting an arrow of heat straight to her pussy. He lifted a hand to her other breast, pinching, teasing the nipple again. She started to close her eyes and he stopped. She looked down at him.

  “I didn’t say to close your eyes. You watch what I do to you.”

  She couldn’t look away now if she wanted to. His eyes had turned darker, desire easy to see. The idea that she caused that mesmerized her.

  His lips quirked as he leaned toward her breasts again, first blowing on the nipple then taking it into his mouth. She wanted to raise her hands, slip them through his silken strands, feel them slide through her fingers, but she resisted it. Evan had not allowed it. Heat flared in his eyes as he hungrily took her nipple into his mouth. He continued to watch her and she felt herself melting.

  By the time he drew back, her heart hammered against her breast so hard she was sure he could hear it. The smug smile on his face made her suspect he did.

  “You have the makings of a good little sub.”

  She didn’t like his tone then, so condescending, so knowing. He must of have seen some of the thoughts on her face because he chuckled.

  “If looks could kill…”

  She opened her mouth, even though she knew she shouldn’t. Whatever she wanted to say was lost when his hand moved to ass and gave her a quick, hard slap. The flesh was still hot from the spanking he’d given her.

  “Don’t think about it. I didn’t ask you a question.”

  She rolled her lips into her mouth, pulling another chuckle out of him.

  “Lord, you’re a delight, May.” His gaze dropped from her face, past her breasts down to her pussy. “Especially here.”

  His hand moved down the same path as he teased the folds of her sex again. “Jesus, you’re so wet. You shaved yourself?”

  She nodded.

  “From now on, that’s my job. I own it. I have a feeling sliding into that tight little pussy is going to be one of the best experiences of my life.”

  As he talked, he continued to touch her, tease her, drive her insane. T
he heat in his gaze had her legs trembling.

  He patted the bed next to him. “Sit.”

  She hesitated, thinking that sounded a little too much like a dog command, but he lifted on eyebrow and she did as he obeyed. He rose and pulled off his T-shirt. She had seen him very few times without his shirt. God, he was gorgeous. He loved the sun, loved to be outdoors, and you could tell from the light brown sheen to his skin. Lordy, he had one of the most defined chests she had ever seen. She so badly wanted to skim her hands over his chest, feel the muscle move beneath his flesh. She curled her fingers into his comforter.

  “May.”

  She didn’t respond. She was too busy trying to resist leaning forward to skim her hands over his skin,

  “May. Look at me.” His words finally registered, but it took her awhile to raise her gaze to his. There was a hint of amusement beneath the dominant mask he wore. “I’ll make you pay for that if you can’t obey. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  In the next instant, he was on his knees in front of her, his gaze fastened on her pussy. Without a word, he placed a hand on each of her thighs and spread them apart. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable but she resisted pulling her legs together in embarrassment. She wasn’t a virgin but this was more intimate than she had expected.

  “Scoot forward.”

  She followed his command until her rump sat on the very edge of the mattress. As he leaned closer his breath warmed her core, drawing another gush of liquid into her sex. The pungent scent of her arousal filled the air.

  “God, that’s pretty. Those pretty pink lips are glistening.” He touched her slit with the tip of his tongue, sliding it up over her soaked folds, teasing her clit before drawing away.

  “Jesus, the taste of you is amazing.” His words rushed out of him like he couldn’t hold them back. The cool touch of his tongue, the amazing heat of his breath, the graze of his teeth against her clit…

  Heated tension moved into her stomach, circled, clenched, shimmered close to an orgasm. But just as she neared the top, poised to freefall into pleasure, Evan pulled away.

  “Dammit.”

  “Uh, uh, uh.” He pressed his finger against her lips. “Don’t speak unless spoken to. You know that.”

  He gained his feet, bringing his groin eyelevel. She licked her lips in anticipation but sighed when he stepped back.

  “Like I said our first night, you don’t control anything.”

  “But—”

  “No buts. In this room, I control everything.”

  She said nothing, could not even think of something to say. Her mind had gone blank while her body lit up like the Fourth of July. He grabbed her chin and tilted her head back.

  “Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  His fingers tightened on her chin when she didn’t immediately answer him.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He stepped away, releasing her chin. His hands went to the button on his jeans. The metallic slide of his zipper filled the air. He dropped his pants, and within a few moments, he was gloriously naked. Mr. Evan Chambers didn’t believe in underwear.

  His erection was full, curved up against his belly.

  “On your knees.”

  She didn’t even think this time, and scrambled to her knees in front of him.

  “Good girl.” He stepped closer, tapped his cock against her mouth. “Open up.”

  She complied, and he slipped the full head of his penis past her lips. Inch by inch, he slid farther inside. The salty taste of his precome sent another shaft of heat running through her blood. She had never been one for oral sex, never liked to do more than was necessary. But now, the thought of feeling his come in her mouth, the warm liquid sliding down her throat, had her moaning around his cock.

  “Yeah, that’s it. Suck harder.”

  The head of his penis bumped against the back of her throat and her jaw started to quake from holding it open so wide, but she didn’t care. His fingers clawed through her hair, twisting the strands around his hands. His frenzied moves told her he was losing control and she doubled her efforts to pull his orgasm from him. Just when she thought he was on the edge, he pulled out of her mouth with a pop.

  “On the bed. Now. On your back, hands above your head. Spread those legs.”

  Again, she scrambled to fulfill his order, her only thought to please him. It contradicted everything she thought she knew, but right now, she didn’t care. She wanted him on top of her, in her, fucking her out of her mind. Once she did as he ordered, he moved to the right side of the bed and pulled a black strap with two cuffs attached to it from beneath the sheet. It was then that she realized the strap was across the top of the bed, and then tucked under the mattress.

  He said nothing as he attached the cuffs first to one hand, then the other. “Too tight?”

  “No.”

  He nodded and moved back to the foot of the bed. He pulled another strap from beneath the mattress and then did the same on the other side. Panic welled up as she realized he was going to have her spread eagle on his bed, unable to even move. Before she could react, he grabbed her foot and attached first one, then the other. Her heartbeat sped up a notch as the implications came crashing home.

  He looked up at her. “Yes. I see you realize what this is about. You won’t be able to move and every bit of the pleasure you feel you will get from me.”

  “Evan.”

  “Nothing. I want no sound unless you truly want me to stop. Not one damn sound.”

  He got on his knees in between her legs, his hand pumping his cock. He slipped his other hand over her mound, teasing her clit. The tiny bundle of nerves tightened with each stroke. Energy sizzled over her flesh as the pressure increased. Just as she was about to come, he pulled his hand away.

  “Naughty May. I didn’t give you permission.”

  She growled, which just caused him to chuckle as he slipped off the mattress, approached his nightstand and drew a condom out of the drawer. He quickly donned it and then joined her back on the bed.

  “I know I keep stressing this, but the truth is, you haven’t learned. I did not give you permission. You are not allowed to come.”

  He lay on top of her, his cock resting against her pussy. He flexed his hips and moaned.

  “Jesus, you’re wet.”

  He was right, she couldn’t deny it. Just the idea of being tied up usually got her hot, but now, she shivered. Every nerve ending in her body danced.

  He took her mouth in a bruising, possessive kiss, his tongue thrusting inside. Aggravation mixed with desire. She badly wanted to run her fingers through his hair, feel his flesh beneath her palms, but she could not do anything with her hands tethered.

  He pulled away far enough to position his cock at her entrance. The need to lift her rear end off the bed, to feel him thrust home had her barely containing a scream. But instead of giving that to her, Evan skimmed the head of his cock against her slit. He smiled down at her.

  “Anticipation makes it so much better.”

  She thrashed her head back and forth, the teasing strokes pushing her closer, but not close enough. She needed this, needed it more than she needed anything in her life. She couldn’t care less about anything else. All she cared about, all she needed, was this release. When she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, Evan drew back and thrust into her.

  For a moment, everything seemed to pause. Then he balanced his weight on his hands and started to move. Slowly at first, so shallow she wanted to scream. But soon, he sped up, his thrusts deep. Pressure built between her legs each time he pushed inside of her.

  “May.”

  She couldn’t respond. Everything in her was telling her to let go, to fall into pleasure, but she used every bit of her control to keep it from happening.

  “May.” He bent down and kissed her, slipping his tongue between her lips to gain her attention. “Come for me, baby.”

  The command did its job, thrusting her into a morass of
ecstasy. She shuddered violently as waves of delight shimmered over her, through her. Evan continued to pump in and out of her, his thrusts now frenzied. Just as she recovered from her orgasm, she was pushed into another one, this one more intense than the first. This time, Evan joined her, shouting her name as he came.

  He collapsed on her a moment later, their heavy breathing the only sounds in the room. With what seemed like super-human effort, Evan pulled himself up and then moved off her. He undid her wrists and ankles, rubbing and kissing the tender skin. Then he crawled back into bed. To her. He tugged the sheets over them and pulled her into his arms.

  “Sleep, baby.”

  Too tired to argue, too emotionally and physically drained, she did as he commanded.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Evan watched May sleep snuggled up to his chest. His heart turned over. Jesus. No matter how many times he told himself it was real, he couldn’t believe it.

  Maylea Aiona in his bed.

  He brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek, pushing aside a lock of her silky ebony hair. He should have known it would be like this. That night at the club should have warned him what it would be like. Even with no completion, it had been intense. Now that he had…

  God, he had never had a connection with a sub this way. Never. Not even the first time he had taken a sub, which was something every Dom remembered forever. After today, there would be no comparison. From the start, they connected. He knew just how far to push her, knew what buttons to push. She stirred against him, her hand moving over his chest, her palm over his heart—which turned over one more time.

  He knew it would be like this. That is why he had avoided her for so long. Lord knew her submissiveness surprised him, and if he had known about it, Evan was pretty sure he wouldn’t have lasted as long.

  It wouldn’t last. He wasn’t the type of man who settled down, and he knew that more than once May had talked of kids. That wasn’t an option for him—never would be. His type of background just didn’t allow for it.

  He felt like a bastard, but he was man enough to admit that he was starting something with her knowing there was no future. He hadn’t promised her forever, but most women expected at least a little bit of a future with a guy. He knew that from their first night together. As with Doms, subs never really forgot their first time. He knew that every time she submitted she would think of him…and he had used that.