An involuntary, excited “oh, my” escaped her mouth.
“You may begin.”
The screen went blank, but Chloe was already on her feet, the tension and excitement having brought her to them like a puppet long before he’d finished talking. Her palms slick from excitement, she took the DVD by its edges and inserted it into the player. She took off her robe and climbed naked to the center of the bed, taking everything with her, including the remote control.
She was already wet, but she put lubricant on the vibrator anyway and slowly inserted it into her body, moaning when the nodules rubbed against her sensitive inner walls. She carefully turned the switch on low…and fell straight back onto the bed from sensation overload, little squeaks escaping her throat as the vibrating nodules sent her straight to the edge.
“Oh, hell,” she despaired, knowing it was going to be difficult not to come. Automatically, her legs closed tightly around the vibrator, but, eyes grown big from discovery, she quickly opened her thighs wide when that only increased the sensation.
She made herself sit up. Even moving very slowly, every millimeter she moved proved to be torturous so that she was catching her breath and moaning every step of the way. She crawled under the covers where she lay on her back and looked at the remote like it was a poisonous snake ready to attack. She was almost afraid to see what was on the DVD.
7
“Oh, God, I’m going to kill him,” Chloe sighed when their candlelit bedroom appeared on the screen. She didn’t want him dead because he’d taped them without telling her. No, she wanted him dead because he had known that watching them make love would turn her on like nothing else would. “Evil bastard,” she moaned. It almost sounded like an endearment as she watched him carry her into the bedroom.
She remembered the night perfectly. It was the night before he was scheduled to leave for Cleveland. They’d been all over each other because they’d known it would be days before they saw each other again. Her bottom lip between her teeth, Chloe studied the screen. He was fully dressed, but she only wore a towel. He’d just given her a bubble bath and he’d washed her from top to bottom, not leaving one part of her body untouched.
She’d begged him to get in the tub with her, but he’d refused, preferring to tease her. And the only reason he was carrying her was because she’d been too weak to stand after twenty minutes of his special Logan bath, as he’d called it. “The jackass didn’t let me come then, either,” she murmured. She shivered now as she remembered and then she moaned because the movement reminded her body that it was fully aroused. She closed her eyes and fought for control, trying not to move at all.
Her eyes opened and went back to the screen. He sat on the side of the bed with her in his lap, and was kissing her while his hand was under the towel, feeling her up so skillfully that she curled into him, groaning her pleasure into his mouth.
Her hand went to his shirt and slid inside to fondle his nipples. He broke off the kiss to sit her on the bed and stood up to take off his clothes. “You really are a freak,” Chloe told herself as she watched her hands grab and dig into Logan’s bare ass to pull him closer to her. She imagined the musky, heady scent of him and closed her eyes, curling her toes into the sheets…and tensed when her muscles clenched around the vibrator in reaction.
She took a deep breath and watched as he removed her hands from his behind and bent down on his knees. She’d missed seeing him take her towel off, but she saw her naked body as he bent his head to press kisses down her writhing torso. Chloe sucked in a breath when her DVD self let out a long, drawn-out whimper, threw her head back, and leaned back onto her arms, arching her torso into Logan’s face.
As his face went lower and lower and her image’s body bucked harder and harder, Chloe found herself playing with her nipples, pinching and squeezing them hard between her fingers. When Logan’s head reached its destination between her thighs, she watched as he splayed her legs wide open for the camera, his large hands completely swallowing her knees and his fingers pressing into her thighs. His mouth moved to kiss along her inner knee and thigh and, thoroughly entranced, Chloe bent her knees and opened her thighs wide open for real when she saw how swollen and wet her on-screen labia were.
One of her hands inched its way down her torso, just as her on-screen hand did, and her other hand played with her nipples, just as on-screen. She writhed in time with her on-screen self and let her hand keep moving insistently downward, completely uncaring now about Logan’s edict that she not give herself an orgasm. “Forget him,” she moaned, as her hand finally reached the vibrator, just as her hand on television reached the back of Logan’s hand and pushed it into her cleft.
Logan began to feed and Chloe could hear the hungry, slurping sounds he made, just as she heard the high-pitched sounds she made as she tried to find satisfaction, both on screen and off. Grinding her body against the vibrator was as natural to her now as grinding against Logan’s mouth had been when the recording was made. Her legs tightened around the vibrator, just as her television legs tightened around Logan’s head.
The vibrator was drenched and slippery, but she held it firmly and rode it as the orgasm started at the base of her toes and thrashed itself through her body, making her hips buck wildly and her legs shake uncontrollably. As the orgasm took complete control of her, Chloe screamed, “Yes, Logan! Oh, yes!”
She didn’t realize that her on-screen image screamed the exact same words. She opened her eyes when she heard Logan’s voice. It was the hard voice and she realized that he must have added this to the recording that morning.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you, Chloe?”
Chloe snorted. “So what if I have?” She asked defiantly.
“I know you have because I know you,” the recorded Logan continued. “You just couldn’t keep your hands off yourself. Get ready for your punishment. I’m looking forward to it. You’re going to get it when I get home, little lady.”
Chloe actually felt a little thrill shoot down her spine when he said the last couple of sentences and she shivered with excitement. “Bring it on, big man,” she whispered and her voice shook. She rewound and finished listening to him speak.
“Watch the DVD again, Chloe. Watch it and do not touch yourself again.” The screen went blank.
Chloe was slowly pushing the vibrator inside her body again, concentrating on the sensations. “Shows what you know,” she said haltingly as she started to fly over the edge again. “I don’t need to watch the DVD again. Your voice will do just fine.”
Chloe took her eyes off the television when Logan appeared in the doorway. She froze, the tone of voice he’d used on the recording meshing in her head with him standing there looking big and fierce and just staring at her. She found herself feeling a little nervous.
She watched as he sniffed the room with exaggerated motions and said in an intentionally intimidating voice, “I smell you. You came, didn’t you, Chloe? You touched yourself and you came.”
Chloe gulped, and to her surprise, found herself a little nervous and trying to explain herself! “Well…I…uh…kinda did, yes. I couldn’t help…” She got distracted watching him walk into the room and step onto the platform. She wondered what was in the bag he carried. When the bag rattled, she weakly finished her thought, “…myself—I couldn’t help myself.”
Her eyes remained riveted to the bag as he began to open it. She barely heard him say, “How many times, Chloe? How many times did you come?”
“Two, no, three—I came three times,” she said in a weak voice.
She watched as he began to remove long pieces of silk from the bag. She licked her lips. “Logan? What are you going to do?”
“I’ll ask the questions,” he said sternly and reached into the bag again to bring out more lengths of material. There were four in all and they looked to be at least six feet long.
Chloe had her answer and, if at all possible, her heart picked up even more speed. She finally looked up at him wh
en she realized that there wasn’t anything else to pull out of the bag. She found his eyes focused entirely and intently on her. She shivered again. This domineering, demanding Logan was almost scary.
“I told you what was going to happen if you were a bad girl, Chloe. Now turn over.”
Barely able to contain herself, Chloe flicked off the television and did as he said. The unknown and the idea that she was about to live out a fantasy she’d had for so long had her obeying without complaint.
She felt air hit her bare, sensitized skin when he threw the covers off her. “You’ve been really bad, Chloe, so that calls for extra punishment,” she heard him say in a hard voice as he gently stroked her from back to ass. The contrast between the two was devastatingly sensual.
“Scoot down so that you’re in the middle of the bed,” he commanded. She did so.
“Give me your hand,” he said. She obeyed and felt him slip the silk over her wrist. She felt a small tug as her arm was pulled so he could loop the other end of the silk over one of the posts.
“Stick out your foot.”
Again, Chloe blindly obeyed so he could tie her foot, just as she did when he walked around to the other side of the bed to give her other leg and arm the same treatment. After he’d finished tying her arm, he leaned over and whispered, “Your safe word is ‘oranges.’”
What the…? Oranges? Chloe had the insane urge to giggle. Lord, he was such a dork, but he was a sweet dork and he was all hers.
“If it gets to be too much and you want me to stop, all you have to do is say the safe word, okay, baby?” Logan asked.
She nodded and smiled because his voice was heavy with lust, but gentle at the same time. His hand was just as gentle when he took it over her hair, and she nuzzled her head into the caress.
She could only imagine what she looked like, all trussed up and wide open for his pleasure. She felt his finger trail down her side from shoulder to hip.
“You had three orgasms while I was gone, huh? Oh, yeah, you’ve been very bad,” he said softly as he kneaded her behind and then kissed it. Which is why she was completely caught off guard when the palm of his hand connected with her flesh. Hard.
“Ow!” she said and whipped her head around to look at him with an angry scowl.
He looked back at her, his brow lifted in question and she knew he was asking for her permission to continue. Through her surprised anger, she felt heat pool from her stomach to her clit from the pain, but she shook her head no anyway. She wasn’t quite ready to go down that road.
Logan rose and continued the game. “You must be punished, Chloe.”
She felt him reach between her thighs and pull the vibrator out. Her body suctioned around it fiercely and she made a sound of protest, already missing the feel of it stretching and teasing her.
“You liked this a little too much,” he whispered as he thrust the vibrator back into her and turned its setting up a couple of levels. Chloe screamed from the sheer sensation. She felt him pull it out and push it in again, this time twisting and turning it so the little nubs scraped against every inch of her vaginal walls.
She bucked and pushed back against it, grateful that he’d left leeway in the ties. But she could only bend her knees so much before she was snapped back into place. It was pure torture—satisfaction was just within reach and she couldn’t get it. She tried again and felt him push the vibrator in a little further. She pushed her hips down, straining to get the vibrator to touch just where she needed it. Almost there…I’m coming, I’m coming…yes…yes…yes—
“No, no, no,” Logan chastised right before he pulled the vibrator completely out of her. “No more orgasms for you. Not yet.”
Chloe’s head whipped around again and she panted. “You…bastard.”
Logan grinned. “I’m afraid name-calling is grounds for more punishment, my naughty wife,” he said and plunged the vibrator back into her labia.
Chloe’s whole body strained against the ropes as the scorching heat ripped violently through her. She would have screamed, but she couldn’t. All energy was concentrated on withstanding the heat because she knew there would be no immediate fulfillment.
She relaxed when he pulled the vibrator out again, only to go taut once more when he pushed it back in. It had to be on full throttle now, she thought warily as it pulsated so strongly inside her that she thought she felt the vibrations drumming even in her head. He was kneeling between her legs and one hand slipped beneath her body to pull and pinch her nipples in tandem with the thrusts of the vibrator. Oh, God, he was killing her!
It went on like this for minutes…hours? She was so overcome with frustration and pleasure that she was delirious and couldn’t tell. “Please, Logan, please…” she begged.
“Please what?”
“Please…let…me…come!” she said between pulses of the vibrator. When there was only silence, she stretched out fully again, widened her legs some more and began stretching her body and then infinitesimally pulling it back in so that her aching clit could get stimulation from rubbing against the sheet. Stretch and pull back, stretch and pull back, stretch and pull back. She did this over and over again until…until…“Oh, yes!” she shouted, hoping and praying that Logan wouldn’t figure out what she was doing. She went as fast as she could, the heat that was twisting and building in her urging her on.
The vibrator disappeared and the next thing she felt was his body lying on top of hers, covering her entirely and effectively stopping her frantic attempts to satisfy herself. She felt his penis hard and heavy against her back and fleetingly wondered when he’d gotten undressed.
He took her ear between his teeth before kissing away the sting and growling, “The only way you’re going to come is with my dick inside you. Understand?”
Shocked and thrilled into stillness by his complete dominance of her, she could only nod her head once, before meekly whispering, “Yes, Logan.” She waited for his next move.
When it came, she came close to fainting from the utter bliss that filled her. He kneeled, lifted her hips, and sank his dick so deep inside of her that she felt savaged in the attempt. He plundered her fiercely, making her cry out time and time again. She tried to rise up farther, but couldn’t because of the silk. “Untie me, Logan,” she demanded shrilly, wanting to participate more fully. “Oranges, Logan…oranges!”
He released her and hurriedly leaned down to slip her wrists through the loops. Chloe rose to her knees and rested on her forearms and immediately felt the full effect of his thickness ramming into her. She pushed back against him three times quickly and came viciously and multiple times, each time lasting a little longer than the one before it. Logan lifted her torso so that her full weight rested on her knees, thereby enabling him to penetrate her depths completely. When his orgasm ripped through him, causing him to shout and grip her hips tightly, the effects of it rippled through her and she came again.
“Okay, Logan,” Chloe chuckled later as they lay in bed. “Why was my safe word oranges?”
He grinned and looked sheepish. “I couldn’t think of anything else. There you were all sexy, and open and dying for satisfaction. And you were mine for the taking. My mind was fried with the thought of it and all I could come up with was ‘oranges.’” He shrugged.
“Oh, yeah, that reminds me,” Chloe began. “Don’t you think it went a little overboard to say that my body was yours and only you could bring it to orgasm?”
“Hey, you wanted what you wanted, and I gave it to you. I did the best I could. From listening to you talk in your sleep, I knew you wanted to be the submissive and me to be the dominant one. I don’t think I was too far off the mark with that comment.”
Chloe hid a smile. He seemed to be insulted. “No, you weren’t,” she said in a placating voice and pecked him on the mouth. “You did good, baby. My boo knows his BDSM!”
“This ‘boo,’” he began wryly, “also knows you had a hell of a time. And he certainly knows when he’s being patronized.”
Chloe grinned unashamedly. “It was obvious, huh?”
“Yes. On both counts.”
Chloe laughed in sheer joy and then became serious. She kissed him again, this time leisurely and gently. “Thank you, darling. You always try to give me what I want. You spoil me.”
“It’s not hard,” Logan said.
“Where did you get the vibrator?”
“I bought it in Cleveland. And before you ask, I made the recording because I’d planned on giving it and the vibrator to you as parts of your gift on our three-month wedding anniversary in a couple of weeks.”
“Oh, Logan,” she said in a dreamy voice. “You’re just so sweet!”
He grimaced, but said, “Show me just how sweet you think I am.” He lifted her in his arms for another long, slow kiss.
“Will that do?” she asked when they were finished.
“Oh, yeah,” he affirmed.
“Did you have the camera hidden in the bookcase in the anteroom?” she asked, referring to the small room that was still in the bedroom, but was separated by a set of three stairs. They’d set it up as a small library with a sofa, a small desk and chair, and a couple of bookcases.
“So, when do you think we can make my fantasy come true again?”
Logan studied her eager face and shook his head. “God, you’re a greedy little wench!”
“Uh-huh, whatever,” Chloe agreed uncaringly. “When?”
“Whenever you want.”
“Oh, goody.” She clapped her hands. “I might even let you spank me next time,” she tempted with a smile.
“Oh, that would definitely be a treat,” Logan teased and playfully rubbed his hands together.
“Hey!” she said with a poke of her elbow. “Don’t look so eager!”
“You offered.” He laughed when she poked him again.
Chloe settled her head on his chest and began to toy with his fingers. “Darling?” she asked after a while.
“Hmm?” Logan kept his eyes closed.
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