by Lynn Stark
A whipping bench, an adjustable padded table fitted with straps, and a St. Andrew’s cross were placed strategically. There was an old-fashioned wooden trunk beneath the window. He directed her attention to it. “Take your clothes off and put them in there. Neatly.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Each time she said the word “Sir” his cock jumped as if it had a charge of electricity sent through it. His gaze never left her as Peaches began to slowly undress, moving gracefully, yet precisely, folding each garment before placing it in the trunk. He admired the sculpted beauty of the twin mounds of her ass. The skin covering them was creamy white, and he imagined how the print of his hand would redden upon it.
When she was finished she returned to stand docilely before him, her head bent. “Now, undress me. This will be how it is every time we come into this room. You are not to speak unless I have given you express permission to do so. The only word you may utter is your safe word. You may scream and cry as much as you like. Beg, plead, and whimper. I do enjoy the sounds of a woman expressing what she is feeling. There is one other thing, and I want you to look at me when I tell you this.” The trusting brown eyes came up to his face as she tipped back her head. Her fingers stilled on the buttons of his flannel shirt. “You will never, ever, pretend to be feeling something you are not. You will never forgo saying your safe word just to please me. If something I am doing to you is too much, has gone beyond what you are comfortable with, or is too intense in pain, you will speak your safe word. Promise me.”
“Yes, Sir. I promise. My safe word will be onion.” Nodding, Logan felt his inner satisfaction grow. Peaches finished undressing him, her nimble fingers working the buttons skillfully. She peeled it away, and then returned for the thermal shirt he wore. It proved more of a challenge because of the difference in their heights.
He helped her lift it over his head. Then she was pulling it off his arms and righting it quickly and efficiently. When it was in the trunk, she began working on the lower half of his body. It was not long before his long, thick cock was jutting heavily away from his groin.
Blood-engorged, it appeared monstrous in size, even to him. “I am going to shove my cock deep into every orifice of your body.” Though he couldn’t see her eyes, he knew her gaze 90
was fixed to it. Inhaling deeply, he breathed in her excited female scent. Her pussy would be dripping with sweet cream. Her pinkish-brown nipples were engorged and puckered, begging for his attention. Reaching out, he took her by the hand and led her to the whipping bench.
She settled herself into it as if she had done so a hundred times before. Squatting beside it, he fastened her ankles and wrists, then rose to his full height to admire her. “If you become dis-tressed, you are to use your safe word.” There was a brief nod.
Moving around her, Logan admired her further. Then he went to the smaller of the two cabinets. He pulled open drawers, quickly finding what he wanted. When he fastened the clamps onto her nipples, he heard her soft, swift intake of breath. A low, almost inaudible moan left her lips as he attached the weights. Her nipples were drawn down slightly. Curling his hand around her breast, he squeezed the firm flesh. He walked around her to examine the dripping pussy fully exposed between her spread thighs. The lips of her sex were swollen, ripe with desire and quite telling of her state of mind. She was as turned on as he was.
Satisfied, he straightened to his full height and looked across the room to the mirror, admiring their reflection in it. His cock jumped, hardening in anticipation. If he wasn’t careful, he thought wryly, he would come before they had had any fun at all.
A smile curved his mouth as considered his options. Within moments he had Peaches blindfolded, which meant she would focus on every sound, every sensation as long as she was under his control. His balls drew up at that thought. Shaking his head, he decided against the gag this first time. If this worked out, there would be many more occasions to indulge in shared pleasures with her.
As he admired Peaches’s beautiful, shapely ass, he lifted a hand then struck the firm left globe, enjoying the sound of his hand striking her skin. Her yelp of surprise pleased him. Alternating sides, he administered firm, sharp slaps, never striking the same place twice, working his way over her upper thighs, always moving closer to her beautiful, sopping pussy, taking the time between slaps to caress the warming skin. He knew the very moment when she found that place where the pain morphed into pleasure. Her body softened, the sounds coming from her changed. He stroked her heated flesh, caressing it, finding pleasure in the heat radiating from her soft skin.
Then he gave her pussy two sharp slaps, causing Peaches to cry out. Though her body had only jerked spasmodically when he had focused on her ass, her reaction to having her pussy slapped was very telling indeed. Smiling wickedly, he slapped it again, giving her what she wanted, and then reached down to dip a finger into her pussy. The juices covered his finger. Drawing it up along the crevice of her ass, he prodded her tight little pink asshole with the tip. Knowing how much she loved having her ass fucked, he pressed his finger into her, working the tight hole until her moans of pleasure were almost nonstop. He added a second finger, scissoring them, stretching her pretty asshole. She lifted her ass slightly, pressing against them. A low growl of satisfaction rose from his throat as he slid a third finger into the relaxing muscles of her sphincter.
Admiring her control, Logan decided to push her even further. Going to the cabinet, he chose a butt plug. He coated her asshole with lube, then the coned tip of the plug. Since she had experience with anal sex, he had chosen one almost equivalent in size to his cock. It took some doing, but he twisted and spun it, working it in while she moaned and pressed back eagerly against it. When the tight ring of muscle began to loosen, her asshole began to accept 91
the thick latex cone greedily. Once inside, the sphincter closed around the shaft, the flat base holding it securely in place.
“Are you okay, baby?” Logan asked thickly, stroking her along the spine from shoulder to hip. She trembled, her spine arching into the caress.
“Yes, Sir.”
He moved to her head. “Open your mouth.” He fisted his cock for a moment, stroking its length as he admired the irresistible sight of Peaches restrained and displayed for his pleasure. Drops of pre-cum leaked from the slit in the swollen head of his cock as he guided it between her parted lips. The heat of her breath caressed his overheated flesh.
“Suck only the head,” Logan commanded as his excitement grew. When she wrapped those pretty pink lips of hers around it, creating a seal, he thought he would lose it then and there. After a moment of enjoyment he began to press in. The silent command was issued. As her jaw lowered he pressed his cock into her hot mouth, working as much of it in as he could.
“Take it. Take all of it.” She was moaning around his cock, forcing her jaw to relax so she could slide her mouth down the length of his cock as he slid his fingers into her hair and pressed forward. She licked and sucked it greedily, taking it to the back of her throat. The vibration of her low humming moans was an exquisite sensation.
Pulling without warning from Peaches’s mouth, Logan walked around her, admiring her, his gaze touching every inch of her lovely flesh. Moving behind her, he leaned over, reaching beneath to play with the weighted clamps attached to her nipples before he removed them. An abrupt cry escaped her, then silence as she regained control.
Grabbing the base of the butt plug, he began working it in and out, pulling it against the restraining ring of muscles. As he played with her this way, he reached down to insert two fingers into her cream-filled pussy. Her warm juices flowed over his fingers, coating them as he thrust them in and out, matching the rhythm of the plug sliding in and out of her tight asshole. He watched as his hands worked and her body responded so beautifully. His cock jumped in response as it thrust out toward her. His balls were pulling up tight to his body. It wouldn’t be long before he came.
Wanting to be inside of her when he did so, Loga
n withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his cock. They both moaned as the soft pulsing flesh fitted itself around his hard cock.
Grasping her by the hips he began thrusting into her almost viciously, driving his cock into her pussy, grinding and thrusting until her cries of pleasure filled the room. As he felt the tingling spreading from the base of his spine, moving into his balls, he came. As the strong jets of liquid spurted hotly into her body, he leaned over her, biting her between the shoulder blades.
When Peaches came, she screamed.
Once she had quieted, he released her wrists and ankles from the leather cuffs. He checked the circulation in her hands and feet. Leaving the blindfold in place, he righted her easily, holding her close as she steadied herself on her feet. Then he was lifting her, carrying her to where he had hung a black leather sex swing from the ceiling. It only took a moment to place her in it. Her hands went through the loops above her head, her slender legs through loops which lifted and spread them wide. Satisfied she was secure, he went for the cuffs. He locked her wrists together, then stood back to admire the decadent pose. Their combined juices were dribbling from between the swollen lips of her sex. Inhaling deeply, he caught her lovely scent. It was a pure aphrodisiac.
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With his cock on the rise once again, Logan moved between her spread thighs to begin playing with the butt plug. Peaches began moaning immediately, her body jerking as he stroked her rigid clit. One touch and the woman was ready to go off again. Smiling, he played until he saw her body begin to tense. Glancing back he saw that her toes were beginning to curl. It was a sure sign that she was ready to come.
Logan admired Peaches again. She was so fucking beautiful in her submission, in her vul-nerability. Her head was back to expose the length of her white throat. There was a flush over the mounds of her swollen breasts and beads of sweat on her skin. Her reddened nipples were hard little buds. The plane of her stomach quivered with each breath. Her pussy lips were swollen, red, and parted in invitation. Her clitoris begged for more. He ran a hand down the inside of her thigh, teasing her as it neared her pussy, pulling back before he could touch her there. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of her arousal once more.
A long, low moan was pulled from her lips in an obvious protest. He ignored that.
“Are you good?” His voice was thick with lust.
“Yes, Sir.” The words were soft, but clear from between lips swollen by the friction of his cock between them.
“We can stop this at any time. You don’t have anything to prove by doing things you don’t want to.”
“No, Sir. I find it all quite pleasing, Sir.”
Logan watched her beautiful lips form the words. They were perfect.
His cock did love that word. If she ever said “Master,” he would probably come on the spot. Reaching out, he pinched her tender nipples hard. She cried out, her body arching in the swing, as he tugged and twisted. Releasing them, he reached out to a nearby table, picking up a large, realistic-looking vibrator. Parting the lips of her pussy, he placed the thick head to the entrance, pausing for a moment before he pushed it deep into her cum-slicked channel and turned it on.
Suspended before him, Peaches was once again utterly helpless as he played, as he tormented, as he continued to test her limits. Her body writhed. Moans of pleasure left her lips.
When he sensed she was about to come, he halted the play.
When Peaches cried out in protest at the sudden loss of the vibrator and butt plug thrusting in and out of her, a large hand connected smartly with her ass. Her body jerked. A moan escaped her lips.
Circling her body until her back was to him, Logan nibbled on her raised arm, and then bit her firm flesh lightly. She flinched, but did not protest as he soothed the mark with the tip of his stiffened tongue. Logan could tell when a shiver of pleasure swept over her skin. He continued to bite and soothe until he had Peaches writhing once again, straining against her bonds as he rubbed the hot skin covering her ass. He reached for a condom and rolled it on.
When he returned to stand between her spread legs, he leaned forward to begin assaulting her front in a similar manner, sucking on her breasts, biting the soft curves, his fingers pinching and flicking her clit as excited puffs of air caressed his face.
Pulling the plug from her asshole, he quickly replaced it with his cock, shoving into her until he was buried to the hilt. The dark silk of her hot channel grasped at his flesh, pulling and stroking with every thrust, sending him quickly toward another ball-wrenching climax.
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Holding tightly to her waist, her legs spread wide, he fucked her ass as hard and as fast as he could.
The scream of pleasure that erupted from Peaches sent the fire of pure lust through his body. It pumped along his veins like lava. Logan roared with pleasure, his body arching powerfully into hers one last time. When he could, he pulled away from her, unfastening her wrists, then gently removing her from the swing.
Carrying the limp woman to the bed, he smiled to himself as her body spread out in a boneless manner on the black silk sheets.
Kneeling on the bed beside her, he carefully removed the blindfold and tossed it aside.
He pushed the damp tendrils of hair away from her flushed face. Long lashes fluttered a moment. Then her beautiful, chocolate brown eyes looked up at him in wonder.
Lowering his mouth to hers, he kissed her gently before pulling back and looking at her closely. “You okay, baby?”
There was a soft laugh. “Oh, yes, Sir.”
Stretching out beside Peaches, Logan pulled the blankets over them. He wondered what she was thinking, feeling, but was almost afraid to ask, now that the heat of his raw passion had been sated.
Had he gone too far? Peaches was new to the BDSM lifestyle, even though she had worked at a club and knew what took place there. His entire focus had been on Peaches and giving her as much pleasure as he could. Had he succeeded or had he only given himself unbe-lievable pleasure?
“Are you sleeping?” She was so quiet, her breath soft on his chest. It cooled the sweat on his skin, puckering his nipples. Her hand had found its way to his stomach. He enjoyed her lazy, loving touch.
“No.”
“Any regrets?” Logan held his breath as he waited for her answer. What would he do if she didn’t want to share in this part of him?
Relief swept over him like a tidal wave when Peaches said softly, “Not a one. I was just thinking.”
“About?”
Peaches rose up so she could see his face. Her brown eyes were soft, holding no hint of regret. So she hadn’t lied about that. “Will that happen very often?”
“It will only happen if you want it to. This isn’t just about what I want or need.”
“I know they said they wanted you to be with me like this, but will they mind when we come out here by ourselves?”
“No, baby, they won’t mind. It’s all good. They know I have particular quirks I need to satisfy.”
“They don’t like spankings and things?”
Logan shook his head. “Not the way I like them. If Ryan saw what I did to you, he’d get his gun and shoot me.”
“He’s a very gentle man,” Peaches agreed, resting her head on his chest again. He could feel his heart thump beneath her head. “No, I could see where what we did would upset him, maybe Damien, too. They’d think you were hurting me.”
“Did I hurt you?”
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“Not in a bad way. And not in a way I couldn’t have stopped at any time. I felt quite safe with you, knowing I could stop it.”
Hope cautiously flared inside Logan. “So,” he said carefully, his hand sliding down over her back and the curve of her ass, “you liked it?” Peaches smiled at him, stroking the side of his face. “Yes, I liked it. More than I expected to. Maybe we could put one of those swings in the bedroom?” Hugging her tightly to him, Logan roared with laughter at her naughty suggestion. He imagined her in the swing and letting each
of them take her. The very idea of it hardened his cock beneath the thigh she had slid over his groin.
Feeling the bond begin to solidify between them, Logan pulled Peaches over the top of his body. He loved his lady in a very vanilla sort of way until she fell into an exhausted sleep after one last orgasm.
Chapter Thirteen
Peaches walked into the kitchen, Logan at her back, only to stop dead at the sight of the two men in the kitchen. They were both preparing the evening meal, using the new red cook-ware and the new dishes she had chosen. Ryan looked up at her, giving her a broad grin. Relief flooded her, and she began to relax. Logan had said they would be aware of what was happening in his playroom, but she had worried that two of her future husbands would reject her.
“Hi, baby,” Damien said, smiling, his green eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked from Logan to her. “Did you have fun playing with Logan?”
“Yes, actually, I did.” She sniffed the air. “What are you cooking? It smells great.”
“It’s my world famous, oven-baked, barbecued chicken.”
“Sounds yummy.” As she walked up beside Ryan, she saw he was making a nicely loaded green salad. Reaching out, she plucked out a tiny tomato. “So, what did you guys go into town for?” she asked casually, watching Ryan’s face. No point in looking at Damien. He wouldn’t give anything away, or spill the beans. The color rose into Ryan’s face, but he remained stoic.
“Ah, come on, baby. You can tell me.” Her hand molded over his hard ass, stroking it lovingly.
“No, I can’t. It’s a surprise. And you have to wait for it.”
