Peaches 'n' Cream

by Lynn Stark

  Peaches was sitting in the kitchen and looking suitably bored when they came in for a late lunch. Logan stomped around in the kitchen, growling, making a point of not looking at her, which made her look thoroughly confused and them laugh until they had tears in their eyes.

  “What’s going on?” she demanded, hopping down from the tall stool she had been sitting on. The cats were sitting in their usual spot at the end of the counter. They patted the pages of the magazine she had been reading, trying to continue the game they had been playing as she looked through it. “Why is he being Mr. Grumpy again?” She looked at Ryan, her eyes narrowing. “What did you do to him, numbnuts?”

  Ryan looked shocked at her use of his friends’ nickname for him. He clasped his hands to his chest, appearing wounded. “Me? I didn’t do anything. It was Damien.” Damien moved toward her, wrapping her stiff body in his strong arms. “We were just teasing him a little. Is it our fault that his sense of humor isn’t as advanced as ours?”

  “You two are assholes,” Logan snarled, sitting down at the table. There was an empty bowl in front of him. He stared at it, as if food would magically appear. “I came in to eat. If you two want to chatter away like magpies, do it somewhere else. I prefer it to be as far away from me as possible.”

  “I shouldn’t even feed you two,” Peaches told them severely as she went to the stove to get the new Dutch oven she had used for the stew. She carried it to the table and took the bowl from in front of him. She filled it with a thick chicken stew. Hunks of carrots, potatoes, and various other vegetables crowded each other for space. “There you go, sweetheart. You’ll feel better after you’ve eaten.” She smoothed his short hair, her fingers caressing him lovingly.

  Damien’s lips twitched as Logan’s broad shoulders lost some of their rigidity. When Peaches lifted her narrowed gaze on him again, he decided that they’d better leave Logan alone before she followed through on her threat of not feeding them.

  With the exception of Peaches, they were all in the middle of their third bowl of the hearty chicken stew when Logan spoke up. “You really are an excellent cook, baby.” Though he had manners as good as any other man, Logan rarely gave compliments. During meals, he usually did little more than grunt his approval. He and Ryan stared at him.

  Peaches glowed. They watched as she jumped up to run around the table to hug him tightly.

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  “Thank you, sweetheart. I made an apple pie for you. Would you like some?” When he nodded, looking up at her with a small smile, she pressed a kiss to his mouth before going to the counter where a beautiful pie awaited their pleasure. They groaned when she carried it back with a knife, a plate, and a fork.

  “You just eat all you want,” she told him warmly, stroking his broad shoulders. “Those guys will just have to be satisfied with whatever’s left.” Ryan had to protest. “But, baby! Have you ever really watched Logan eat? Take him to a barbecue and he eats half the hog. Or steer. He could enter any eating competition and win.

  There won’t be any pie left.”

  “Quit your whining. You tease him way too much.”

  They just learned there were consequences to annoying Peaches. Logan chuckled as he pulled the pie in front of him and attacked it with his fork.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Peaches pulled a chair close to Logan, sliding her hand around his flannel-covered bicep.

  She appreciated the thick muscle with the tips of her fingers, stroking them as she leaned close. Inhaling his masculine scent, she felt her nipples harden. They hardened even more when he playfully flexed for her.

  “You know, sweetheart,” she said in a sexy purr, “I was thinking you and I could spend the night alone together. Just you and I in your playroom, having all kinds of dirty, kinky fun these guys can only dream of.”

  That got Logan’s attention. He turned those gorgeous golden eyes on her. They were filled with a fire that sent streaks of heat all the way to her pussy. Fighting the urge to squirm against the hard chair, she pressed herself closer to his side.

  A frown brought his dark brows together. He looked at her with concern. “Are you sure?

  We were just out there. You might want to take a break.” Peaches shook her head. She was touched by his obvious need to care for her. “I’m fine.

  It’ll be fun. I could fix something special for supper. We could take a nice hot bath together. It will take the chill out of you and help limber me up. Then, who knows?” She tilted her head in their direction. “They can heat up something from the freezer. There’s enough in there to feed an army.”

  When Ryan would have protested again, Damien glared at him. “Shut the fuck up!” She smiled at the pair when they began squabbling between themselves. There was no real anger and no jealousy. She could have chosen any of them for the night. They didn’t need her attention as much as Logan did, however. He really did need to learn to play more. And she needed to show him that she was committed to being his kind of lover, his flavor.

  A few hours later Peaches walked ahead of Logan into the sleek apartment-playroom.

  She loved the simplicity within the gray walls. Brushed nickel, black leather, sleek granite countertops and hearth made it feel uncluttered. All combined, it was actually a room that left the mind clear. There wasn’t even a TV. It was very much Logan’s domain.

  A fire was crackling in the fireplace, so he had obviously come in to be certain everything was ready for their night together. Though she knew what would take place in the other room, it still warmed her that he would make the effort to make the entire experience enjoyable. He was making it a place where she would want to be. It would be a place where they would share more than their bodies. They would share an experience, testing their limits, seeking the greatest pleasure they could from one another. It wasn’t just about what he wanted. It was about what she wanted, too.

  As any gracious host, he helped her shed her coat, then her boots. They were placed neatly within a narrow closet behind the entry door. The floor-to-ceiling steel-gray drapes were drawn over the windows.

  Since he had banned her use of alcohol, she was given a glass of white grape juice.

  Peaches smiled as she sipped it. She wandered toward the fire, enjoying its heat, but avoided stepping on the black bear fur rug on the floor.

  “That bear tried to kill me,” he told her, walking toward her. Her gaze went over him. He was wearing a thermal shirt that fitted him like a second skin, accentuating his muscular body. Her mouth watered and her pussy clenched. “Usually they’re not so aggressive, but for whatever reason, he decided to attack.”

  “So you made him into a rug.”

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  “Yes. Ready for our bath, baby?”

  Trembling with anticipation, Peaches nodded. Slipping an arm around her, he guided her toward the playroom. The door closed firmly behind them before he led her across the room.

  Without speaking a word, she undressed, and then began undressing him, placing everything neatly into the trunk. She closed the lid, and then went down on her knees before him, assum-ing the submissive position gracefully, perfectly. She had seen it done thousands of times in the club she had worked in, but had never expected to ever do anything like it herself.

  “Beautiful,” he complimented, stroking his fingers through her soft curls. “Open your mouth and look at me.”

  Raising her loving brown eyes to his face, Peaches watched every change in his expression as he fed his cock into her mouth, the thick mushroom-shaped head pushing past her lips. Golden fire flashed in his eyes as her tongue stroked the slit in its center, licking away the salty drops of pre-cum glistening there. Then she was rubbing the arrow-shaped plane beneath the head with the flat of her tongue, teasing the nerve endings. The sound of his pleased growls encouraged her as inch after inch of his cock was fed with deliberate slowness into her mouth. It gave her time to worship his beautiful piece of flesh. In this room, he was king. He was her king.

  Logan would ben
d her to his will. He would be everything to her while worshipping her in his own very special way.

  Before they had even left the house, Logan had refreshed the rules for the playroom. She was never to go along with something simply to please him. If she was completely uncomfortable with something he was doing to her, she was to use her safe word. Until then, he would test the boundaries to discover her limits. Together they would learn what brought them both the most pleasure in the end.

  Logan didn’t allow her to tease the hot cum from his body. With his cock still raging hard, they went into the bathroom. Her obedient silence continued as they bathed one another. Every touch of his huge hands on her body told her just how precious she was to him, even if he didn’t say the words. Giving him what he needed was not a mistake. She was also learning that she was gaining as much, maybe more, when she gave herself over to him completely.

  The exchange of their trust was forging a powerful bond.

  With her body aching, her pussy throbbing madly with need, Peaches soon found herself strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross. Logan’s voice seemed deeper, darker, as if he were morphing into another being. Trembling, she anticipated the sting of the single lash against her cooling flesh. It didn’t come for some time. He left her strapped there as he began tease her with the handle of the whip. He rubbed it over her skin, down her spine, along the crevice of her buttocks. The blunt tip bumped against the taut rosette of her nether hole several times before dipping lower.

  Peaches’s oversensitized labia blossomed under the caress as Logan stroked her exposed sex. She could feel the heat of his big body as he pressed close, sliding the phallus-shaped handle into her pussy, sliding it in and out, teasing her until she was moaning. Trying and fail-ing to impale herself more fully upon it, Peaches whimpered. His cock pressed hard against her back as he bit her shoulder and growled. The sound went straight to her pussy. She could easily imagine her juices dripping onto the floor. Her inner thighs were soaked.

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  Then he was stepping away, withdrawing the whip’s handle. Peaches whimpered softly.

  Then she felt it. The lash of the whip came across her skin, causing a stinging burn. Her body jerked. Then she felt it again and again. It never struck the same spot twice, biting her skin as he expertly applied the single lash to her most sensitive places.

  Knowing how much Logan loved the sounds his sub made, Peaches didn’t try to hold back her vocal reactions to the incredible stimuli of the leather against her tender skin. She cried out, she moaned, she focused on how her body was reacting, feeling the pain morph into a very strange, unexpected pleasure. With her eyes closed, she lost herself within it, shutting everything else out, concentrating only on the blossoming pleasure, on the lightning-hot heat pooling within her womb, on the delicious anticipation of the next kiss of the leather against her dewy skin.

  When her orgasm exploded through her, Peaches screamed.

  So lost in her pleasure, she failed to notice when she was released. Strong arms lifted her, carrying her to the sturdy wooden table. Awareness came back slowly as she was placed face down on it, her weak limbs moved into position. It wasn’t long before she was bending so that her torso was between her folded legs, her ankles spread and tied. A small foam pillow supported her head and neck as he began to bind her with rope.

  With her ass and pussy fully exposed, Peaches trembled with both anticipation and trep-idation. Once again, she was putting all her trust in this man. Until she had met Logan, had given him this, she had never been so vulnerable to another human being in her adult life. She had never given herself over to anyone so completely. It was both satisfying and fulfilling.

  Peaches trusted him like no other. Though she was tempted to say her safe word, to test him, she thought that very thing would ultimately destroy the bond they were building. To speak it unnecessarily would be cheating them both.

  Strong hands. Sliding rope. It seemed as if hours had passed before she heard the command. “Open your eyes.”

  It took a moment for her to focus on her image in the mirror, a moment to form the image in her mind. All the lights were off in the room, with the exception of small, bright white lights, which illuminated her rope-bound body from above, making it seem as if it were sus-pended above a darkened stage. It was an erotic sight. The ropes around her body were red.

  Shockingly red. The cream flowed from her pussy as Logan moved behind her. Her asshole clenched in anticipation. Large, callused hands stroked her body, caressed the intricately tied ropes, before he slapped each cheek of her ass sharply.

  Peaches saw herself cry out, her eyes widening in surprise. Breathing softly, she steadied herself for whatever he had planned next for her. And it seemed he did have plans. All she could see of him were his hands and lower arms. They moved in and out of her vision in the mirror, disappearing into the pitch black surrounding the table. Peaches watched as he inserted a finger into her asshole, pushing it deep as her blood began to heat and race along her veins. A second finger, then a third, slid into her, stretching her, preparing her. Moaning, she fought the urge to try to push onto those fingers. When the long jelly dildo appeared, she caught her breath. Lube was generously applied to her ass and a moment later, the head was pushed into her, causing her to moan. With her pussy clenching, she controlled her breathing, relaxing as he pushed more and more of it into her dark channel. Feeling incredibly full, she gloried in it, though she wished it were his magnificent cock filling her.

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  He fucked her with the slippery dildo until she was desperate to push against it. With her body all but immobilized, her frustration grew, seeking a release. Moaning, she wriggled against it. A hand slapped her ass sharply. Peaches stilled and closed her eyes for a moment.

  When Peaches opened her eyes, she watched as Logan slowly pulled the snaking dildo out of her ass. The next time she saw his hands it was to see he was holding something very small in one. It was a clamp. Anticipation buzzed through her. He attached it to her throbbing clitoris. She came without warning and he slapped her again. She could only imagine her ass was becoming a bright pink. Oh, how she would love to see it!

  “The next time we come out here, I will tie you up like this and photograph you.” Strong hands smoothed over those the hot, stinging marks on her skin. The caress both soothed and excited her. “You are so beautiful, so perfect. I will start a collection of photographs we can enjoy together.”

  The idea of Logan photographing her as she was at that moment, at her most vulnerable, was an exciting one. It pushed her over the edge into a fiery orgasmic abyss. Peaches came once again without warning, earning yet another slap to her tender, burning buttocks. She loved and she craved it. Cream flowed from her body.

  “You will not come again without my permission,” Logan growled darkly.

  That was easy for him to say, she thought wryly, fighting back a smile. When Peaches saw the second dildo being guided toward her pussy, she thought she was finally going to get some relief. He would fuck her with it, she would come, and he would spank her again. The idea of control at that moment seemed like an impossible concept and as far away as the moon. She was shocked when the dildo seemed very hot, hotter than a man’s cock. It slid in and out of her pussy, pressed and angled, finding her G-spot repeatedly. He left it there as he introduced another to her willing asshole. This one was chilled and a striking contrast. Her asshole re-belled, clenching around it, so that he had to fight his way in. Even the slight pain of it as he pushed the icy dildo beyond the tight ring of muscle turned her on even more. Moaning, she relaxed as he shoved it inside. Logan fucked her hard with both.

  Whimpering, her pleasure increasing by leaps and bounds, Peaches found that controlling an orgasm was like trying to grasp water. It simply wasn’t possible. She screamed as she came, her bound body straining to get the fake cocks even deeper into her body. Her punishment came swiftly. He pulled them from her body and left her there. No slap to her ass, thighs, or pussy
. No harsh rebuke. Logan just left her there, panting, empty, and completely unsatisfied as she stared at her body glowing white in the harsh light, bound by the bloodred rope.

  Peaches wiggled her hands, her toes. Even as bound as she was she could still feel her extremities. Closing her eyes, she tried to quell the rising frustration she was feeling. She wanted him to fuck her. As many times as he had brought her to orgasm, she still felt incomplete.

  Empty. She would never have that completeness until he was a part of her body.

  “Master, please,” she whispered, her pleading eyes seeking him out in the darkness.

  “Master, please.”

  Another harsh light came on, and Logan stepped into it. A moment later, he was shoving his cock into her ass, burying it to the hilt. His heavy ball sac slapped against her soaked pussy as he began fucking her asshole hard and fast. His balls struck the clamp on her clit. It was like being hit by a Taser. She stared at the beauty of his sculptured body as he both punished 113

  and praised her for her complete submission, by her acknowledgement that he was her master.

  The fullness in her ass was a dark, dark pleasure. The feeling of his huge cock filling her tight passage was incredible. What he had done with the dildos could not be compared to the sensations she was experiencing now. Her lashes swept down against her cheeks for a moment as he slammed into her ass repeatedly. Then she was opening her eyes, watching, as the length of him appeared and disappeared. The heat was building again, curling out from her womb, spreading along her limbs. Her nipples ached. Her breasts felt impossibly swollen, trapped beneath her body.

  But she didn’t come. Peaches controlled it, tamped it down, for he had forbidden it until he gave his permission. That control trembled precariously on the edge of the abyss of pleasure when he pulled his cock from her ass. He stripped off the condom then grasped her hips again as he thrust his cock almost violently into her tight pussy. The expression on his face was beautifully frightening when she finally was able to lift her gaze to it. Fascinated, she watched the play of emotions cross it.