Abel's Obsession

by Lynn Burke

  My cock bounced against my stomach as I slowly made my way around the bed, tying Dani tight to the four posts.

  Lips parted, pulse thrumming in her neck, her gaze followed my every move.

  My shoulders straightened as I picked the flogger back up and took in the bound woman before me—at my mercy. Pink still flushed her skin, fresh cream smeared the inside of her thighs.

  I trailed the leather strips over one of her shoulders and between her breasts leaving goose bumps in its wake. Down across her taut stomach … she lifted her thighs with a moan as I lifted my hand to keep the flogger from touching her pussy.

  “Stay still,” I commanded, my voice low. Unshaking. Another shot of pleasure knifed my gut as her hips squirmed once more.

  “Please.”

  I flicked my wrist, bringing the strips down across her lower thighs.

  Dani yelped, eyes wide. “Holy shit.”

  I hesitated, but she didn’t say stop. I flicked harder a few inches higher.

  “G-good God.” Her head tipped back, eyes closing. “It burns, but…”

  Darker pink marks appeared where I had hit her the first time, drawing and holding my gaze. Unable to hold back, I brought my arm down with more force, the loud crack and her shriek feeding the power-hungry sinner inside of me.

  Dani yanked against her restraints, her cry dissolving into a moan. Wetness dripped from her pussy. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.

  I struck three times in rapid succession, the red lines on her thighs spreading warmth and lightness through my chest. Feet in a wide stance, I took my time with the next couple of flicks, a slight smile on my lips.

  Tears leaked from the corners of Dani’s clenched eyes, but she lifted her hips up toward me with each slash, letting me know she enjoyed the pain as much as I enjoyed giving it to her.

  A low moan passed her lips, the exact one she’d let out when I had first sunk deep into her heat the week before, pushing me over the edge.

  I dropped the flogger and grabbed the lube before making my way to the foot of the bed to untie her ankles. The mattress dipped beneath my weight as I crawled between her legs.

  Hazed green eyes appeared as she slowly lifted her eyelids.

  “I’m going to fuck your ass, Red,” I said, barely recognizing my voice with its depth and tone of authority.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  I flipped her onto her stomach, arms crossing overhead. She gasped as her thighs hit the sheets. “On your knees.”

  She struggled to obey, and I hefted her up so her ass raised high.

  Half of my fantasy fulfilled, and the sight of her puckered hole made me swallow. I ran my hands across her ass cheeks and down her thighs, pressing them wide. “Are you comfortable?”

  “Mmm.” Upper body pressed against the mattress and face to the side, she wiggled her back end back and forth. “Hurry.”

  I grabbed my cock in one hand and the lube with the other. Unsure of if I ought to put it on myself or her, I hesitated, glancing from her clenched asshole to my hard length throbbing in my hand. Perhaps both, I decided, flipping the cap.

  I dribbled some lube onto my palm and spread it down over my cock, gritting my teeth. Definitely the best way to do a hand job. Still stroking myself, I poured some lube down her ass crack.

  Dani’s hole contracted as she let out another moan.

  Walking forward on my knees, I recapped and tossed the bottle to the side while wiping my lubed hand on the sheet beside us. I wrapped my hands around the globes of her ass and slid my length up through her crack, pressing her cheeks together around me.

  “Gut Gott.”

  “Please, Abel.” Dani whimpered, thrusting against me. “Take me. Please.”

  Lips parted, she heaved for breath, her eyes clenched shut, hands in fists within their ropes.

  Sliding my hands down to her hips, I pulled back enough to line the tip of my cock up with her hole.

  “Let me know if I hurt you,” I said. Fighting for control, I flexed my hips and pressed slowly.

  Dani thrust back against me, burying me deep inside of her body. She cried out as I cursed and held her still, my balls resting against the cream dripping from her pussy.

  “Fuck.” The word ripped between my clenched teeth. Tight. Slick. Hot as hell.

  I backed out, her ass squeezing my cock. Muscles tight, I inched my way back in, my grip tight on Dani’s hips to keep her from moving and tipping me over the edge.

  “Fuck me, Abel! Please.” Her head thrashed side to side as she licked her lips, panting. “Please. Harder.”

  One last slow retreat to the mushroom tip and I slammed into her. Hard.

  “Yes!”

  Her cry spurred me on, and I gave over to my need. In and out, hard and fast, both of us groaning and gasping for breath.

  Sweat beaded on my brow, but still, I pounded into her, hanging on to my sanity as her body squeezed around my cock. Her ass cheeks jiggled with each thrust, and I raised a hand without thought, smacking her as hard as I could.

  She jerked and shrieked, and I slapped the other side.

  “Does that feel gut, Red?” I smacked again. “Do you like it when I mark your skin?”

  “Yes, oh God, yes.” She thrust back in time with me, slamming my drawn-up balls against her pussy.

  Tingles spread up my legs and into my spine. “I’m going to come in your ass, Red,” I said, my gaze focused on where our bodies connected.

  She bucked against me and whimpered, yanking against her restraints. “I need … oh God, please…”

  I reached around her hip and slid my fingers through her soaked pussy, up to her protruding clit.

  “Oh, fuck, yes!”

  “Come for me, Red.” I twisted her clit between my fingers and pulled.

  She screamed, her body convulsing, and I gave up control. I grunted like an animal, my orgasm gathering force up through my body.

  “Fuck me, Red! Gut Gott.”

  Wave after perfect wave roared through me as I slammed into her with abandon, spurting deep inside of her ass.

  Face buried in a pillow, she moaned, arching her back and pressing back against me as I thrust through my climax.

  One last shudder rippled through me, loosening the tension in my body. Dani began to relax, her body sliding forward, but I held her tight while pulling out—I wanted to see what I had been dreaming about. My cum oozed from her ass, dripping onto my half-hard cock as I heaved for breath. Bright red hand prints marked her ass.

  Mine.

  The word rang in my head, and the same satisfaction I had felt the first time we had fucked filled me.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Dani moaned again, and I slowly eased her onto the bed. “Be right back,” I whispered, kissing one of the red marks on her ass cheek.

  My knees almost gave out on me as I climbed off the bed, but I held steady and made my way to the bathroom. A quick wipe up, and I returned to Dani with a warm wet cloth. I touched her thigh, and she sighed, spreading her legs.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, wiping both of our cum from her swollen flesh.

  “Mmm.”

  Her favorite moaned affirmative made me smile. “That gut, huh?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  The term flickered heat within my chest. Sir. My smile widened.

  I untied her wrists, rubbing up to her elbows before lowering them.

  Dani curled on her side, eyes closed, a soft smile on her lips. “Get rid of that washcloth and get in here.”

  I tossed the washcloth toward the bathroom and crawled onto the bed behind her, careful to keep my thighs from brushing against her red cheeks. Propped on an elbow, I pulled the riot of red curls back over her shoulder, baring her neck. “Thank you for the gifts,” I whispered in her ear before capturing her lobe between my teeth.

  Dani tilted her head, her smile growing wide as I trailed my lips along her jaw and down the side of her neck to her shoulder. I cupped one breast and kneaded, leaving open-m
outh kisses across her shoulder and back up her neck.

  “I can’t get enough of you, Dani.”

  She half rolled toward me and tangled a hand in my hair, pulling my face down. “Kiss me,” she whispered against my lips.

  Our tongues slid together, slow and lazy as I continued to squeeze her breast and nipple.

  She sighed in my mouth, and I pulled back to stare down into her green eyes. My chest ached, but I didn’t understand why—I had never been so happy in my entire life.

  Dani brushed my hair back out of my face. “Let’s shower then have some dried out dinner.”

  I leaned down to taste her lips one last time. Soft and plump … never enough. “Okay.”

  My gaze glued to Dani’s swaying ass as she led the way into the bathroom. “Grab some towels?” she said while turning on the water in the shower.

  Knowing the towels sat folded behind the wash clothes, I opened the vanity and pulled two out. When I turned, Dani had already stepped into the shower, leaving the glass door open. She tipped her head back into the spray, a frown marring her brow.

  I put the towels on top of the toilet and stepped into the shower with her, closing the door behind me. Red welts marked her thighs, and while I enjoyed the sight, I was pleased to see I hadn’t broken her skin. “I love seeing my marks on you,” I said, drawing her eyes up.

  She smiled and reached for me.

  Stepping close, I spanned her waist with my hands, water from the showerhead bouncing off her body and hitting me. We stood in silence for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes.

  “I’ve never experienced anything like that before,” she finally said, her finger running down my cheek.

  “Like?”

  Her head tilted as she smiled. “The flogger and your hand hurt like hell at first, but it morphed into something … more. I don’t know how to explain it, but it was intense. Heightened my arousal to new heights. Best damn fuck of my life.”

  We both laughed, and I pulled her flush against my puffed-up chest. My stomach growled, and I stole a quick kiss. “Let's hurry up and go eat,” I said.

  “Yes, Sir.” Still laughing, she stepped away from me and grabbed a bottle of body wash and a loofah.

  Flowery scented steam rose around us, the warmth seeping in to soothe the muscles that I had held tense all day. Dani lathered me up from head to toe, her soft hands squeezing my balls and tugging on my cock until I grew hard in her hold.

  “My turn,” I said, grabbing hold of her hands to stop her ministrations. I squirted some soap onto the loofah and turned her out of the spray. Down her neck and over her pert breasts…

  My gaze followed my wandering hands, one swiping her skin with the loofah, the other following in its wake, creating more bubbles beneath my palm. I lingered on her breasts, pinching her nipples with each pass of my bare hand.

  “You’re a natural, Abel Beiler.”

  I glanced at Dani’s face to find her soft smile remained. “With?”

  “Fucking.”

  I all-out grinned and pulled her closer so water cascaded between us, rinsing her free of bubbles. I slipped my free hand between her legs.

  “Seriously.” She bit the inside of her lip as I ran my fingers down along her clit and found slipperiness between her folds. “For someone with no experience—”

  I thrust two fingers deep inside of her, and she grasped at my shoulders. Her eyelids fluttered shut again as I pulled out and slowly slid back in.

  “You were saying?” I asked, slipping to my knees to continue washing her legs with the loofah while I continued to slow fuck her with my other hand’s fingers and water poured over my head.

  Her fingernails dug into my shoulders, head tipping back as I curled my fingers and rubbed, searching for the spot Eli had told me about.

  “Like that.” She gasped. “Right. There. Oh, fuck.”

  Her pussy walls clamped down on my fingers, an eruption of wetness pouring down over my knuckles as she cried out my name.

  “Did I find that magical spot?” I asked, dropping the loofah and standing to pull her against me. She shuddered in my arms, cheek on my chest as I turned her into the water.

  “Hmm.” She bit my nipple, and my cock jerked between us.

  The thought of food faded as I considered how to fuck her right there in the shower. Against the wall? Order her to grab her ankles?

  She leaned up on her toes to brush her lips against mine. “Let’s go eat.”

  “Sure.” Tamping down on my flared desire, I promised myself dessert would follow.

  ****

  “It’s French,” Dani told me as I sniffed the forkful of potatoes and rhubarb I held in front of my mouth. She laughed as I sniffed again.

  “Rhubarb belongs with strawberries in a pie,” I said before shoving the forkful into my mouth. “Mmm.” I chewed, eyeing the deep cleavage spilling over the towel wrapped around her body, thinking about lubing up my cock and sliding it between the lush flesh. “That’s really gut.”

  Dani continued to laugh as I shoveled another bite into my mouth. “Glad you like it.”

  Rather than be embarrassed or uncomfortable about the fact we sat at the dinner table in nothing more than towels—Dani’s suggestion—I enjoyed the freedom of no clothes. Tenting a towel was much easier than growing hard inside of my trousers.

  Took me all of two minutes to devour the helping she had re-heated in her microwave—a kitchen gadget that made me long for electricity.

  “There’s plenty more,” she said, taking a small bite and nodding toward the dish in the center of the table.

  Heat licked at my cheeks, but I piled more onto my plate and dug in.

  “Ew. Heat it up.”

  I glanced up at the microwave. “This is gut enough.”

  “Oh, come on.” She snorted. “That piece of technology won’t zap you. Just throw the plate in there and press ‘two’ and ‘start’ like I did.”

  Dani’s gaze landed on my tented towel as I stood, and heat flushed clear through me.

  “Dessert,” I said, turning my back to figure out the microwave.

  She giggled behind me.

  “So Eli taught you everything you know?” Dani asked as I sat back in my chair.

  “He likes to talk. A lot.”

  She sipped her wine while I started in on my second helping. “I expect you were full of questions.”

  I shook my head and swallowed. “I told myself I didn’t want to listen to all of his stories, but couldn’t help hanging on to every detail. Every fact he threw my way about a woman’s body.”

  “An unwilling student that gained some serious knowledge.”

  “It helped that I have a great imagination and plenty of time to think. Never mind the fact I don’t have technological devices to hinder reflection.”

  Soft music still filtered from the living room, accompanying the clinking flatware as we ate.

  “So if I’m the first woman you’ve ever touched,” Dani said after finishing and sitting back in her chair, “where did the confidence come from?”

  I sopped up the last of the juice off my plate with a bit of baguette. “I’ve always been a confident person.”

  “No need for you to be insecure with how you look, that’s for sure.” Dani sipped her wine as I chewed and swallowed my last bite.

  “I never really gave much thought to how I might appear to the opposite sex until you told me I was hot.”

  “Hotter than hell,” she said.

  “I don’t know about that.” I lifted an eyebrow. “Hell is supposed to be pretty hot.”

  “One searing look from those bedroom eyes of yours and I’m heated through. Hell indeed.” She swallowed down the last of her wine. “I can’t believe you haven’t melted half the female Amish population around here.”

  I grinned. “My confidence grew more from my self-control than whatever gut looks you think I have.”

  “No thinking needed.” She winked. “I don’t know much about the BDSM li
festyle, but I’d say you’re a dominant through and through, too.”

  My brow lifted as I peered across the table at her and sat back, hands on my lap. “What makes you say that?”

  “You’re a sadist for sure, but you’re so sensitive to me and how I’m feeling at the same time. From what I’ve heard, that’s what makes a good Dom.”

  “I don’t do anything without thinking about you first.”

  Warmth filled Dani’s eyes as she smiled. “You’re pretty amazing.”

  “So are you.” That ache spread through me again, and I rubbed a hand across my chest.

  Dani poured us both more wine and stood, my gaze dropping to the towel’s edge kissing against her red-lined thighs. “Let’s go sit in the living room.”

  Like a stallion sniffing a mare in heat, I followed on her heels.

  We settled on the couch, angled toward each other, Dani’s legs curled beneath her.

  “What do you want out of life, Abel Beiler?” Her voice lacked the sultry tone that usually accompanied her lowered voice.

  “I…” I didn’t know how to answer as a flood of thoughts tumbled through my brain from one extreme to the other. The community. The world. Honoring my parents. Fucking Dani in every way imaginable.

  “I used to know,” I finally said, my gaze on the dainty glass in my hand. “But getting to know you and a little of the outside world…” I shrugged and drank down some wine, attention moving to her face.

  She seemed to study me—right into my soul. I loved that I didn’t feel the desire to squirm or fidget as she tried to figure me out. I wanted her to know me inside and out, same as I wanted to know her.

  “What do you want out of life, Dani-Lyn Trego?”

  “I always wanted to help people, so I love my job.” She tapped a fingernail against her glass. “I also always wanted a huge house and children to fill every room.”

  “Really?”

  “Why are you surprised by that?”

  “Well, I always thought English women were more interested in their careers.”

  Dani sipped her wine. “It’s possible to be both. What about you? I suppose you’ve always wanted a dozen children.”

  “I’ve never given it thought.”