Addict (Cravings #1)

"You didn't answer me. Do you like this? Isn't this what you wanted? Me between your thighs?" I dug my fingers into her leg.

  "God, yes. Yes... Don't stop. Oh, I'm. Going. To. Come." She screamed, pointed her toes, tensed all her muscles in preparation.

  I quickly pulled my hand out of her and her body jerked as if I'd slapped her.

  "No! What the fuck? Don't stop," she snarled at me, yanking against her restraints.

  "You aren't ready to come. Only good girls get to come." I smiled and trailed a finger over her pussy lips. Settling between her legs, I kissed the inside of her knee before trailing kisses down her thighs. One soft kiss on the very top of her mound was all she got even though she squirmed and tried to entice me to give her more. Kissing up her other thigh, I reached up and gently tugged on the cord linking the nipple clamps together.

  Alix cursed and bit her lip at the same time.

  Leaning over her, I rested my forearms on either side of her head. My lips met her in a heated exchange as I rubbed my throbbing erection between her thighs. Her hips thrust against mine, meeting them as if I weren't still fully clothed. Biting down on her bottom lip, I smiled and moved to nibble on her earlobe. "You want that cock, don't you?"

  "Fuck. You know I do. Why don't you fill my tight pussy up? I can tell you want to," she said, grinding against me.

  "Oh, is that what you want?" I smiled against her cheek as she eagerly nodded her head.

  Stepping away from the bed, I retrieved a dildo from the nearby drawers filled with toys. No need for lube; she was well-primed, as the wet mess she'd left on my slacks just from a little grinding indicated. Crawling up the bed between her legs, I rubbed the rounded tip along her pussy. A little pressure and the tip entered her followed by a low, almost painful moan from Alix. Clenching my teeth, I shoved the whole thing as deep as I could, not caring if it was deeper than she wanted. I pulled it all the way out before roughly shoving it all the way back in. I repeated the movement even as Alix cried out and writhed on the bed trying to reach the orgasm I'd already denied her once. Again when she reached the very peak, just about to tumble over, I yanked the toy out.

  "Fuck you!" Alix screamed, clenching her hands and yanking hard against her restraints again. "I hate you. Let me fucking come."

  "No." Slapping the hard dildo against her clit repeatedly got me a few more curses from her before I shoved it back inside her. Leaving the dildo deep in her, I got off the bed again. "I think it's time we introduced something else into our little fun-filled adventure." I smiled, she cursed.

  Once on the bed again, I removed the dildo and pressed the new, small, metallic toy into her pussy repeatedly. After making sure it was well-lubricated, I slid the toy lower until I encountered her tight asshole. Rimming her hole with the toy, her whole body shivered.

  "Oh, you don't like that?" I continued to tease the tiny hole. Just as she opened her mouth to respond, I pressed the toy into her. The tapered toy slipped in before her body closed back around the smaller end, leaving a quarter-sized jewel twinkling on the outside.

  "I'm gonna kill you," she whined, but there was no fire to her words. I brought my lips to hers again for another taste of the sweet, delicious taste that was simply Alix. It was a unique flavor and spice that could never be duplicated and was quite addictive from the first moment she'd surprised me with a kiss. As our lips dueled, tongues swirling and dancing, my fingers dipped low to once against slide into her heat. Keeping my thrusts slow, I teased her to slowly build her arousal back up to the peak.

  Releasing her lips, I lowered my body so I could get an eyeful of her beautiful pussy again. That swollen, needy clit called out to me so I sucked it into my mouth, nipping at it none too gently.

  Alix groaned and pressed closer to my face letting me know she liked just what I was doing to her. My fingers found her G-spot again and took vengeance on it. Rubbing it, nudging it, leading it exactly where I wanted it to go... straight toward climax. Alix tried to hold back her moans and cries, but the tension in her body told me all I needed. Once again I dropped her before she could make the leap off the cliff. She fell back exhausted against the bed, pursing her lips.

  I tugged on the chain between her breasts and she gasped.

  "God, just let me come, please. I'm begging. I'm dying. My body is going to explode. It's painful. Please, Master, I need it," she begged, and if my cock hadn't already been harder than stone it would've gotten there with that little plea.

  "I'll make you a deal. If you make me come, I'll let you come." It wasn't a good deal. I knew I shouldn't have said it as soon as it left my lips, but my control was slipping the woman I'd dreamed of for so long begging me to make her come.

  "Yes! Yes, fine," She immediately responded, making a deep chuckle slip from my lips.

  I drew out my cock from my slacks and fisted it. The bastard was already leaking and ready for her. Sliding my hand over him a few times, I watched as she continued to writhe on the bed. Fuck, it was a sight I'd never forget. Tied up, soaking wet, plugged, clamped. So ready for me. I could so easily sink balls-deep in her. She'd love it, she was begging for it. No. No, she was begging to come. I wouldn't fuck her until she was begging for my cock and only MY cock.

  Placing one knee on either side of her, I kneeled over her chest. Leaning forward, I braced my arm on the headboard while dragging my cock along the line of her lips. Her tongue darted out to lick at it as it passed. "Suck me off," I demanded.

  Her mouth opened and she sucked me deep, making me groan. Her mouth was perfection. It wouldn't take me long to fill her little mouth if she kept up that kind of suction, taking my cock down her throat. And she did. Fast and hard, she moved her head up my length only to suck me back down and swallow around the sensitive tip of my cock. A few quick strokes later and I fisted my hand in her hair, holding her against me — my cock deep in her mouth — as come spurted from the tip of my dick. She quickly swallowed it down and even fucking moaned while doing it. I had to pull her hair to get her to release her tight suction on my dick, then climbed from the bed, still panting from the head rush her blow job gave me.

  Shoving my semi-hard dick back in my pants I moved around the bed so I could slip between her thighs again. I snagged the dildo and as soon as I was situated, shoved it deep in her without warning. Fucking her fast and hard, just like she'd sucked my cock, I barely gave her a chance to build up before I reached up and released one then the other nipple clamp. The pain from their release mixed with the thrusting of the toy tossed her over the cliff. Her entire body stiffened, head thrown against the pillow, back arched as high as she could while restrained, a long, low moan escaping from her lips.

  I threw the toy towards the corner to be dealt with later followed by the nipple clamps. Carefully, I withdrew the anal plug and it followed suit as well.

  Chapter 13

  Alix

  After tossing aside all the toys, he slowly released my ankles, then my wrists, before sitting against the headboard and curling me in his lap. My head rested on the crook of his neck while he massaged my ankles, followed by my wrists. I felt like I was floating on a soft little cloud as he continued to massage blood back into my hands. Slowly the cloud drifted away and the anger started slip to back in.

  He released my wrists when my body stiffened.

  "I didn't like that. Don't do that again," I said as I tried to crawl off his lap. His hands firmly grasped my bare hip, reminding me that I was completely nude as my sore ass moved against the fabric of his slacks.

  "Do what, Precious?" He threaded his fingers into my hair and pulled my head back. "Not let you get off? It's called punishment for a reason. You will not touch yourself again unless I give you permission. You will not get off unless I tell you to. The punishment next time will be much more severe, do you understand me?"

  I ground my teeth even as his deep, commanding British tone sent shivers of excitement up my spine. "I will try, sir." It was hard, but I managed to not sneer when I said “sir”.

/>   "No, you will succeed or you will be punished. You have controlled your addiction before, you can do so again. I'm a text or phone call away should you be at a point where you don't think you can control it." His tongue dragged up the side of my neck, flicking my earlobe before disappearing completely.

  "Yes, sir," I breathed. I may have gotten off not long before, but the tension he'd built wasn't fully released from the single, tiny orgasm he'd given me.

  "Bend over the bed." He released me with a soft kiss to the forehead.

  I moved to do as he asked and listened as he moved around the bed to stand behind me. I jumped when his fingers gently touched the welts on my ass.

  "Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. You'll have me on your mind for a few days still." The smile was clear in his voice as his fingers continued to trail over my ass.

  For it being the first time I was nude in front of him, I was incredibly comfortable. Perhaps it was the fact that he didn't give me time to think about it, to get nervous about it. He'd taken control of me from the moment I'd walked in and that was the exact reason I'd texted him. I knew that he would have no problem helping me focus on the present instead of the past.

  "Thank you for sharing your secret with me. I know it wasn't easy." His minty breath flitted over my cheek before he dropped a chaste kiss upon my lips. His weight disappeared, his scent faded and the click of a door shutting let me know that he had gone.

  Standing, I removed the blindfold before gathering my clothes and putting them back on. The blindfold was left on the end of the bed and I let myself out. Just as on my way in, there wasn't anyone around. My purse was exactly where I'd left it.

  Once I returned home, I collapsed into bed nude as I usually did after an encounter with Master J. My brain and body were too exhausted and relaxed to focus on any of the normal issues that kept me up.

  The next morning, I dressed as usual for work even though my palms were sweaty and my entire body shook. I kept repeating to myself that it was just another day, nothing special. Nothing to fear. It was possible the man hadn't told anyone. And I needed to focus on that.

  Thankfully, I made it all the way until shortly before John usually showed up without having the roof come crashing down on my world. Not wanting to see John, I packed up my belongings and headed out early. I was too embarrassed to see him again so soon.

  But as I was walking out the front door of the hotel, I nearly ran right into him. His strong arms wrapped around my shoulders to stop me from falling or colliding with him. That incredibly sexy smile was only inches away from my own. I nearly melted into a puddle right then and there; instead my face flamed red and I jerked back from him. Murmuring excuses, I quickly rushed toward my car without looking back once.

  Locking out the world, I hid in my house and pulled out my laptop. After a few relaxing breaths, I logged into the online counselor site. Nearly bailing when I recognized the name of the counselor who was on, I forced myself not to. It was the one I’d spoken with the last time.

  Counselor21: How are you this evening?

  BadKitty2: Not so good. Hence why I’m here.

  Counselor21: So, running from the issues didn’t help make them any better since the last time we talked?

  BadKitty2: No way you remember me.

  Counselor21: You are right. I take notes of every patient I talk to. Although admittedly I knew you’d be back so I kept yours near the top.

  BadKitty2: Fine. You were right.

  Counselor21: So, what brought you back? Did you get caught?

  BadKitty2: Yes. Well, sort of.

  Counselor21: Care to expand on that?

  BadKitty2: No, but I will. The man that I’ve been fascinated with over the last six months or so... You know, the one I masturbated to… he caught me. I am afraid he is going to tell my boss and I will lose my job.

  Counselor21: You say masturbated in the past tense. Getting caught has made you decide not to do it any more?

  BadKitty2: Well, that’s another thing I wanted to talk to you about. See, I met this man. His name is J. He is… helping me learn to control my impulses in a different way than I’ve ever tried before.

  Counselor21: and this way is?

  BadKitty2: A bit of Dominance and submission type stuff. I’ve never heard of something like that as a treatment for addiction.

  Counselor21: Well, that’s probably because it can easily become a new addiction or a shift in the addiction you are currently dealing with. Getting sex there instead of other ways.

  Counselor21: It can also be a very dangerous environment if you aren’t with someone who knows what they are doing. You can get injured or worse.

  Counselor21: However, that being said, it can be an excellent way to learn to conquer your addiction. If it helps you learn how to channel the addictive feelings and not react, not respond to them, that’s all that matters. Sometimes a unique route is the best way. Everyone is different and things don’t always work the same for everyone.

  BadKitty2: J knows what he’s doing. He wouldn’t hurt me. Hasn’t even come close to it. In fact, he has vowed to not even have sex with me.

  Counselor21: That is something that’ll have to be for you to judge since I’m not there with you. Remember sex is healthy, it is okay to engage in. It’s the impulsive need for it, doing things you don’t want to do… There is a difference between them.

  BadKitty2: I know, doc. Thanks for the chat.

  And with that, I logged out of the program and closed my computer. It made me feel better to know that it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing going to Master J. I didn’t tell the counselor that I wasn’t going to masturbate again. I didn’t want to see what Master had up his sleeve if he found out I’d done it again. The orgasm deprivation had been horrible enough. I didn’t want to go through that again, let alone something worse.

  Feeling a bit better about everything, I cleaned my house while thinking about what I would wear for my next meeting with Master. When I wasn’t thinking about the dreadful run-in with John and the embarrassment that had come from it, I was thinking about what it'd felt like to have Master's cock in my mouth, his hands on my body. Thinking about Master only made my body ache and the craving for release to flare up. Instead of giving in, I scrubbed harder and focused on cleaning each room thoroughly.

  Once the house was clean, which didn’t take all that long since I took time each week to scrub everything down, I went for a walk around the block. Anything to avoid being alone with my thoughts. Finally, I wore myself out enough that I knew I’d fall right to sleep, but I'd made it through the entire day without once giving in.

  Upon waking, my body and mind felt rested and ready for the day. Feeling good, I dressed to impress with my flattering black skirt that made my legs and ass look great with a purple top that always made my boobs look awesome. A pair of four-inch black stilettos finished off the look. My hair flowed over my shoulders and the light layer of make-up made me feel like I was on top of the world. It would be a good day. It was Saturday, after all.

  There was a big wedding taking place at the hotel and I'd been pulled in to help make sure everything ran smoothly. From the moment I dropped my purse in my office, I had someone needing one thing or another from me. Catering staff and decorators were tripping all over each other and grumbling. It was only ten in the morning, but it was clearly going to be a long day if it kept going the way it was.

  Holding my shoulders back, head high, I was determined not to let anything ruin the good mood I’d started my day with. Before long, the biggest of the hotel’s ballrooms was decorated and the caterers had their tables set up. The decorators headed outdoors where the actual ceremony was taking place, and the caterers disappeared to get the food prepped. My job was to make sure everyone knew where they were supposed to be. The other coordinator was helping with everyone outside; I handled all the inside staff, decoration and guests once they started to arrive.

  "Whew, will you look at that fine piece of man meat?" the youn
g woman who was helping me put the final touches on each table whispered.

  Looking up, my eyes collided with a pair of familiar blue ones. Instantly my face burned and I dropped my eyes back to the table. "Oh yeah, that guy. He's okay." I shrugged, trying to hide my embarrassment.

  "You are crazy. That suit hugs his body like a glove that is just begging to be removed. Mmm, I bet he's hung too. See that bulge? God," she mused to herself before grunting under her breath.

  The sound made me laugh and shake my head. Some women were certainly a lot more assertive and forward than I was.

  "I'm gonna go talk to him." She strutted off, flipping her hair over her shoulders.

  So much for help. Rolling my eyes, I continued putting the party favors down in front of each plate at the table we were working on. I grabbed the stack of place cards she'd left behind and finished her job as well before pulling the small cart with all my supplies to the next table and continuing. I didn't really care what she did. I was no longer going to drool uncontrollably at the poor man. I'd give the girl a few minutes to distract John before I called her back to finish her job. It'd give me a few moments to gather myself.

  The man was constantly popping up in unexpected places. It seemed the more I tried to avoid him, the more he was around. Never said a word to me, but always watching with that damn little half-smile tilting those luscious lips... no, not luscious. They were just lips.

  Rolling my head on my shoulders, trying to release the tension that was collecting there, I glanced over my shoulder to find the girl and John in a conversation. His lips were moving as if he were talking to her, but his eyes were on me. Instead of looking away, having been caught, that smile tugged at his lips.

  "Hey, you need to finish over here," I called out to the girl. I couldn’t remember her name. John patted her shoulder before turning her toward me.

  Throwing a wink in my direction, he spun and walked out of sight.

  "Oh. My. God. You should hear his voice. It's so fucking hot." The girl sighed dreamily as she took the cards from my hand. "Too bad he shot me down. Oh well, I had to try."