Obsessed- The Complete Addiction Duet

by Vivian Wood

  A video of them in the penthouse of the hotel weeks ago appeared on the screen. She blushed and looked away as the Harper on screen greedily dropped to her knees, her hands bound behind her back in handcuffs, and took his cock into her mouth.

  “Don’t look away,” he said brusquely. “You’re to watch.”

  He moved behind her on the bed. She could sense his heat behind her, but he didn’t touch her.

  “You’re going to keep watching,” he instructed slowly, “and I’m not going to touch you. Not until you’ve covered that entire ball with your juices. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” she said. On the screen, she watched the Sean of weeks ago stand her up and bend her over the couch. She’d quickly spread her legs and presented her ass to him. However, at the time, she hadn’t seen the way he’d gingerly trailed his fingertips along her curves, or the way he’d drunk in her body with so much desire. As the Sean on screen gripped her hips and entered her, he closed his eyes with an expression of so much ecstasy it was almost impossible to keep watching.

  From behind her he leaned into her ear. “Look how badly you want me,” he whispered. On the screen, she called out his name over and over. He’d picked her up and set her on the couch where she opened her legs as wide as possible. Even on the small screen, and in that dark room, it was clear how wet she was.

  Harper watched as the two of them on screen moved in an animalistic rhythm. Every time he drove into her on the screen, she felt it all over again.

  “Good girl,” he said. She looked down and saw a series of wet trails lick down the basketball. “Watch this,” he said. “You’re about to squirt all over that twenty-thousand dollar couch.”

  On the screen, she watched herself squeeze her eyes shut as she called out, “I’m coming! Oh, fuck, you’re making me come.”

  “Come for me,” the Sean on screen demanded. “Right now.”

  “Oh, fuck!” The stream of her come was evident even with the somewhat grainy footage. The on-screen Sean leaned back to watch. The approval on his face was unmistakable.

  “That’s right,” Sean said behind her. “That’s a good girl.”

  She realized she’d started to grind against the basketball, but she didn’t care. On the screen, Sean had reached down to work her clit as she orgasmed, and it forced a new stream of come from her.

  “Almost there,” he said. She looked down and was shocked by the rivers of wetness that raced down the ball. It was nearly completely soaked.

  On the screen, Sean bent down to lick up every last trace of her orgasm. She could nearly feel his tongue on her. “Are you going to come?” he asked. She’d started to bounce on the ball, and didn’t give a damn how desperate she looked. She wanted to be treated like an animal, like a bitch.

  “Close,” she whispered. “I’m close.” The unfamiliar roughness of the ball between her legs excited her, but as the Sean on the screen buried his face between her legs and his voice in her ear urged her toward orgasm, it was almost too much to bear.

  “Does my sweetheart need some help?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she urged. “Yes, please.” A few more bounces and she’d come all over that ball.

  “What’s your go word?” he asked.

  “Gomorrah,” she panted. “Please help me.”

  He wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her and gripped a length of the taut sheet in his hand. He began to circle her clit with his other hand, commanding an instant orgasm. Harper screamed out in unison with her image on the laptop, coming at the same time as her counterpart from another life.

  “You did good,” Sean said. He gently pulled the ball from beneath her and held it up so she could see there wasn’t even a sliver of dry space. “Taste,” he said, and she dutifully licked its rough orange surface.

  He set it aside but left the video playing. “Lie back,” he instructed.

  Harper collapsed onto the bed while shakes from the orgasm still rocked through her. Sean leaned down and kissed one pert nipple, then the other, both pushed out and swollen from the tightness of the bind. “Tell me what you want,” he said.

  “More,” she murmured. She couldn’t help the exhaustion in her voice. “I want more.”

  “Greedy today,” he said with a smirk. “How are those ties?”

  “Okay …”

  “Okay, what?”

  “Okay, sir.”

  “How about we loosen some of them a little?”

  He withdrew a six-inch straight blade knife from the tableside drawer and her eyes widened.

  “It’s alright,” he said. “You know your safe words.” He loomed over her and traced the tip of the knife around her breasts. Harper stiffened when the pointed end started to outline her areola, but she didn’t say a word. “Speak,” he said.

  “Gomorrah,” she said, albeit with reluctance. Still, as the shining cold blade raked across her nipples, there was a fresh gush of wetness between her legs. Sean sensed it and quickly cut away one of the binds.

  She held as still as possible as he teased the knife to her other breast, confident in her safety. He wouldn’t hurt her, she was sure of it. Just the finest of lines, not even a scratch, lingered where the knife had been. Within a minute, it would disappear entirely.

  On her other breast, he was more languid, teased more. There was a moment, just a moment, when she thought he’d press too hard. “Eden,” she gasped out. He looked surprised, but moved the knife away from her nipple and lightened the pressure. Sean cut off another part of the complex bind, this one near her oblique muscle.

  As he moved the knife downward, she grew even more wet. The danger, the coldness of the blade, all of it had her more ready than she’d ever been. He flicked the blade through the small strip of pubic hair at her mound. “Be still,” he cautioned as she opened her legs wider.

  He dragged the knife slowly from her groin up her thigh to the inside of her knee. She wanted to wiggle, to ask him to bring it back to her center, but she didn’t dare. “Gomorrah,” she moaned, and hoped he understood.

  Slowly, at a painstaking pace, he moved the blade back to her wetness. As he expertly maneuvered the blade around her outer labia, his other hand pressed her thigh open. Harper felt her clit swell, painful, as he started to explore her inner folds. “You need to trust me,” he said, “and hold very, very still.”

  She gasped as she felt the tip of the blade at her entrance.

  “Are you okay?” he asked. “Talk to me.”

  “I think so. Yeah. Gomorrah,” she said.

  She felt the blade slip half an inch into her and wanted desperately for him to rub her clit to counteract the fear. “How about now?” he asked.

  “I don’t … my clit,” she said softly, embarrassed.

  “I need you to be really clear with me right now,” he said. The blade rested, barely inside her.

  “It feels alright, but I need more. Something else …”

  “You can’t have anything but this right now, it’s too dangerous,” he said. “Relax. Try to enjoy this isolated experience.”

  “Okay,” she said. Harper’s eyes took in all the details of the ceiling. She counted the lights.

  Sean eased the blade just barely deeper inside her. It didn’t hurt at all, though the fresh coldness of the blade sent a shock through her. “Eden,” she said quickly.

  “You’re getting so fucking wet,” he said. “But I’m going to remove the knife now, slowly. You might come when I do, so try to stay still.”

  There’s no way I’m going to come, she wanted to say. Her body was stiff, unnerved, and wholly aware of the deadly foreign object inside her.

  Still, as Sean began to ease the knife out of her, the feeling of complete safety and trust overwhelmed her. She didn’t know why tears gathered at her lashes and spilled down her face. “Oh, god!” she called out when there was still half an inch of blade inside her. The orgasm rushed at her, fierce and hard. She didn’t expect it, but even as it rocked through her, Sean’s wo
rds echoed in her head. Stay still. She exploded just as he removed the last of the blade. He buried two thick fingers immediately inside her and gave her walls something hot and safe to clench and cling to.

  “Are you alright?” he asked softly as the last of the waves subsided. Her cheeks were stained with tears, and she felt forever changed. Whatever had just happened, it bound them together.

  He lay down beside her as he easily removed the remaining knots. “Yes,” she said. And she meant it, on every level. She burrowed into his neck and inhaled his scent. “I love you,” she said. The words just slid out, unbidden.

  “Fuck, I love you, too,” he said as he pulled her closer. “So much I think I could die.”

  Her mouth found his as her body gave out, exhausted, to the darkness.

  13

  Sean

  “What is that?” she asked. The lavender of the morning sunrise pushed insistently against the covered windows.

  “Don’t ask questions,” he said. Sean gestured for her to stand. Harper obliged quickly. He snapped his finger and pointed across his lap. She leaned across him, naked. He felt her heavy breasts as they brushed against his calves and she presented her ass to him. It was already heavily marked with light red and purple bruises for what was going on forty-eight hours of fucking.

  He chose a part of her creamy white roundness that was unmarked and spanked her twice, smartly. She grunted, half in pain and half in pleasure. He rubbed comfort into the area. “You know better than that,” he said. “Stand up.”

  Sean peeled off the lip of the black latex tape, thick as duct tape. He assessed her body, though it was unnecessary—he knew every inch of her by heart.

  She flinched slightly as he started the complicated process of “dressing” her. “Okay?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she said. “Gomorrah.”

  As he wrapped the tape around her curves, he pulled tautly at the most sensitive areas. “This might sting a bit when it’s removed,” he said as he held the tape over her nipples.

  “Yes, sir,” she said, and he promptly pressed the tape across her flesh. Her nipples hardened as he smoothed it down with a practiced palm.

  It took thirty minutes to dress her properly. The kind of precision it took to highlight every angle, the slope of every hill, was almost meditative. Throughout the process, she didn’t speak unless spoken to. She took directions swiftly. Sean framed her triangular valley carefully. When a sheen of wetness appeared and her clit began to swell, he ignored it. Had she whimpered in desire or pressed herself into him, it would have been cause for punishment. Harper learned fast.

  Finally, he bound her in a cross-chest box tie. The tips of her pale fingers could barely be seen from the front as they flickered behind her back.

  “I’m going to bind your feet,” he said. “But you need to get on this first.” He went to the closet and pulled out the electronic black saddle. “Do you know what a Sybian is?”

  Her eyes grew wide as she took in the monstrosity. Harper shook her head. “No ...”

  “No, sir,” he corrected.

  “No, sir.”

  “For that indiscretion, I’m not going to spank you,” he said. “What I am going to do is start you off without a dildo. Just the vibration. That should be punishment enough for you. I was going to stop you at a three-inch girth,” he said as he held up a flesh-colored dildo, six inches long. “But forgetting your manners, I think we’ll train you up to five inches of girth today.”

  She swallowed as he held up the black dildo. Like all the others he’d ordered, it was made specifically for the machine. “Yes, sir,” she said.

  “Remember your words,” he said.

  Sean spread a layer of lubricant onto the machine, though he doubted she’d need it. Still, her body had taken a lot in the past couple of days. “I control it with this,” he said, as he held up the remote. “Hold still while I bind your feet.”

  Once she was tied, straddled over the Sybian, it all fit so well it would be nearly impossible for her to dismount on her own. Sean started the Sybian on the lowest vibration, and immediately Harper’s eyes rolled back. She started to pant and her nipples pushed against the tape when he kicked it up a notch. His erection pressed against his boxer shorts, but he refused to touch himself.

  Her first orgasm came quickly, and Harper ground herself against the machine. “That’s good,” he said. “Time to start size-training you.” He lifted her and moved her a few inches toward the back of the machine while he fitted the smallest dildo onto the Sybian. He’d chosen it to be especially small, less than half his own size, to frustrate and tease her. He lifted her again and eased her onto it. Even that small amount of fullness in Harper made her cry out.

  Sean brought her to orgasm a second time with just the slightest bit of edging. With each new dildo, both length and girth increased slightly. She was damp and heavy by the time she reached her fourth orgasm—and where he’d originally thought he’d stop.

  He held the black dildo in front of her. By now, she was wet and her muscles were loose from the constant waves of pleasure. “I’m going to unbind you for this,” he said. “I need you to have a little more control. Don’t take more than you can handle.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said.

  He snipped off the tape at her ankles and wrists. Harper leveraged herself over the black dildo that he’d fixed into the Sybian. As she lowered herself onto the tip, knees spread, she let out an animalistic moan.

  “Keep going if you can,” he said. She lowered halfway onto the dildo. Sean saw her juices had already soaked down to the base.

  “Eden,” she said cautiously.

  “Wait it out if you can,” he said. “Just stay there. Think about how full you are. That’s a pressure on your G-spot you might not have experienced before.”

  Her lips had parted perpetually. She was soaked in her own sweat, her own desire. Just the look of her, gorgeous and poised above the machine he controlled her with, was enough to make him almost go over the edge himself.

  Harper tried to lower herself farther. “Inferno,” she said. She shook her head instinctually. “I can’t.”

  “It’s okay,” he said. He went to her and helped ease her up. She breathed heavily when the black tip finally appeared. Sean saw the white wet strings of all the orgasms, a thread that trailed from the plastic cock to her middle.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

  “Don’t be sorry,” he said.

  As he laid her on her back, he began to slowly peel away the tape. She did what she could to help and arched her back to provide better access. Harper let out a small cry when he pulled the tape from her nipples, though he did so fast to minimize the sting. After every inch of tape removal, he kissed her tender skin. When he gathered her sore nipples into his mouth, he licked and sucked gently.

  When all the tape was finally removed, he nosed to her center. It was easy to see the fruits of his work. She was stretched, though temporarily. He began to lap softly at her clit, and she writhed in pleasure, insatiable. Sean licked up every drop that he’d commanded she release over the past ninety minutes.

  Harper lifted her mound closer to his face, and when he obliged with a finger slid deep inside her she let out a sigh of contentment. The smallest sounds of protest came from her when he removed his finger, but she purred in surprise when he moved immediately to her anus and circled her rim.

  As she came against his tongue, he wondered if his needs had shifted. When did the line between degradation and pain get so blurred? Or perhaps it was her needs that had changed.

  Sean raised himself over her when he felt the last surge of her orgasm wane. Harper immediately grasped for his cock, needy and desperate. She called out his name as he buried into her. She nipped at his neck gently, and for a moment he considered punishing her. But it had been hours, and she’d been incredibly obedient. Let her have her fun, he thought. The sex was still amazing, but the undercurrent of pure need was new.

  “Ple
ase come in me,” she said. “I need it, please …”

  “Are you going to be my good girl, my sweetheart?” he breathed into her ear. “Are you going to clean me up with that mouth afterward?”

  “Anything you want,” she panted.

  “I want you to taste your come all over my cock,” he said.

  “Yes,” she yelled.

  “Tell me you’re just for me, you’re all mine.”

  “I’m yours,” she said. “Please come in me.”

  Even as he lost himself inside her, spilled his seed into her deepest parts while she writhed in pleasure below him, he couldn’t help but worry about everything. They were in unknown waters now, even for him. And he didn’t know how long he could stay afloat.

  14

  Harper

  Harper woke with a cough. Water shot from her mouth and raked at her throat. Why is it so bright?

  As her eyes fought against the warm water, she realized she was in the shower. Her elbow and temple ached, but there was no trace of pink in the water. I fainted again.

  She didn’t know how long she’d been crumpled on the gray wet tiles, but it hadn’t been long enough for the water to go cold. A purple shampoo bottle lay beside her. It oozed a rich, bubbling froth.

  Harper pushed herself to a seated position and pulled herself onto the wooden shower bench. She hadn’t locked the bathroom door and it was still firmly shut. At least Sean didn’t realize, she thought.

  As soon as she turned off the shower, she began to shiver. She wrapped her hair in a towel and slipped into the white Egyptian cotton robe. Thank god for en-suites, she thought. It was the only reason he hadn’t heard what must have been a terrible crash.

  While Harper dried off, she pulled an old favorite white t-shirt from the dresser. It had been one of her staples in the days when she had an average of six go-sees per day. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and delighted at how pronounced her hip bones and ribs were. She could count each rung that flanked her sternum like a ladder.