Designed for Submission (Devine Designs)

by Maggie Ryan

  Elizabeth almost gasped when she saw his cock. He had taken the necklace and looped it over his cock, linking the two of them in a way she had never imagined. She moaned, wanting to take him into her mouth. Wanting to serve him; to please him. Her pearls lay at the base, nestled against the coarse black hairs of his groin. She felt her pussy clench, as if demanding it be filled—jealous, knowing it would be her mouth having the honor of his cock.

  ''You will not move your hands from your back. You are to use only your mouth,'' he said. She closed her eyes briefly, the thought of using just her tongue, lips and mouth a challenge she had never before been given. She loved using her hands to stroke and caress the base of a man's cock, her fingers light as they cradled the heavy testicles. She wasn't at all positive she could obey, but tightened her grip on her elbows, determined not to break the position he ordered.

  Logan looked down at the incredible woman on her knees before him wishing to serve. ''If you need your safe word, open your hand and let the bracelet fall. I will stop immediately. Look at me,'' he said, and she once again raised her eyes, soft with desire. ''I will not use you easy. I am going to fuck your mouth the same way I will your pussy. Do not be hesitant to stop me. It will not be considered a failure. It will merely serve as a point where more training is needed. I do not want to hurt you. Do you understand, Schatzlein?''

  Elizabeth knew he spoke the truth. ''Yes, Sir, I understand,'' she said softly.

  He smiled down at her. ''Good girl. You may begin,'' he said, one hand in her hair, the other gently stroking her cheek before moving to the back of her head. Elizabeth bent forward, her tongue connecting with his skin for the first time. She made tiny licks all over his cock, down his entire shaft on one side and then the other. She slowly licked across the mushroom head of his cock and was satisfied when she heard him suck in his breath as a tiny drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip. She tongued the fluid across the surface of the head before opening her mouth and taking him inside. She continued to use her tongue, lightly stroking it over the frenulum on the underside of his cock, drawing the first moan from him. She smiled around the head of his cock as she began to suckle, her lips tightly compressed around him. Logan enjoyed the incredible sensations as she drew him ever deeper into the moist heaven that was her mouth. After a time, he applied pressure to the back of her head, encouraging her to open wider, take him deeper. She moaned but didn't resist, allowing him to guide her.

  Elizabeth could feel saliva building up in her mouth but knew it was absolutely necessary to lubricate her throat as well as his cock. She wasn't aware of anything except the cock in her mouth as she pleasured him. She found it extremely challenging to keep her hands locked around her elbows and realized that the concentration required to use only her mouth increased both the challenge and the pleasure. She truly enjoyed sucking cock; she felt it an art, and she was definitely an artist. Logan groaned as she bent forward, accepting even more into her mouth.

  ''Kiss the pearls,'' he commanded, his voice husky, his hand still on the back of her head. Elizabeth felt the head of his cock nudge against her back of her throat. She swallowed once and then forced her throat to relax. When he gave her a gentle push, she felt him slip down her throat. Another moan filled the room as she swallowed around the shaft, allowing him to slide deeper. Logan was both surprised and enormously pleased. He watched as his cock disappeared completely into her mouth, her lips stretched wide around him, as they touched the pearls of the necklace. He released his hold, to allow her to withdraw and to breathe. She quivered as she felt him slide from her throat, desperately wanting him to return. Logan allowed her to swallow him again, to set her own pace. She repeatedly moved down his entire shaft to touch the pearls with her lips before pulling away. Her pace was steady, her lips holding him tightly, her tongue swirling against the underside of his shaft, right beneath the ridge of the head. Logan was so enthralled with the vision she made that he realized he was about to come without giving her what he had promised.

  He moved his hands to cup her head on either side. Elizabeth knew it was the signal and smiled around his cock. He began to thrust into her mouth and down her throat. She took everything he gave her, her breathing adjusting to his movements. His cock was slick with her saliva, hot and throbbing in her throat as he fucked her mouth. He pushed forward and roared as he pumped his essence down her throat. Elizabeth almost broke position, her arms aching to hold him, to touch him, to let him know she felt honored to have brought him to climax. Logan felt his own legs tremble as he emptied into her. He had been with many submissive women, had, in fact, trained a few. However, he had never once experienced the deep throat perfection of the fellatio Elizabeth gifted him with. He struggled to get himself under control as he slowly softened, her lips still holding him tight.

  ''God,'' he moaned, his hands stroking her hair. ''That was absolutely mind-blowing,'' he said, as he pulled her off his cock. She swallowed several times, making certain she had accepted every drop. Logan reached to help her to stand and then crushed her against him. His mouth descended on hers, tasting himself as he kissed her roughly. Elizabeth felt incredible in her service, her body shaking with need, though her heart and mind focused only on him.

  Logan finally released her. He pulled himself together, zipping his pants before speaking. ''You may break position,'' he said, and she slowly released her elbows and brought her arms to her sides. Logan stroked down the length of her arms from her shoulders to her fingertips, knowing the muscles were fatigued from the position. He removed the bracelet from her clenched fist and put it on her wrist. She smiled as he bent to kiss the red leather and knew he was pleased she hadn't used it. He entwined all ten of his fingers with hers, loving the deeply satisfied smile on her lips and the look in her eyes. He smiled and kissed her far more gently.

  Chapter 15

  ''Some champagne?'' he asked, and she smiled.

  ''That would be wonderful, Sir,'' she said.

  He bent and picked her up and she squealed as her arms went around his neck. ''You are a very, very talented little Sub, Schatzlein,'' he said, as he carried her to the breakfast bar and sat her directly onto the countertop. She shivered as the cold granite under her bottom competed with the growing heat between her thighs. He took two glasses from the rack and champagne from the refrigerator, expertly uncorking it and pouring the bubbly wine into the glasses. He handed a glass to her, clinking his own against it.

  ''Not only do you not need a single suggestion in how to use that beautiful mouth on a cock,'' he said, pleased to see her smile, even as her cheeks flushed. ''You, my dear, could teach a class.'' She giggled, imagining teaching something so intimate, and knew it would never happen. She had learned from a very gifted Dominant who was extremely knowledgeable as well as extremely patient. Once she had gotten over her fear of suffocating, as well as embarrassment over the copious amounts of saliva involved, she had found she loved it. She felt a power inside when on her knees, serving a Dominant. It gave her great pleasure.

  Logan sipped his champagne and watched as she slowly sipped hers. He knew her throat had to be a little irritated, and the chill of the champagne would help cool her irritated passage. He topped off their glasses and stood in front of her, stroking his fingers down her skin. She shivered in anticipation, as he set down his glass and put his hands on her thighs. She swallowed the wine in her mouth, her hand shaking a bit as he gently began to pull her thighs apart. He spread her wide, exposing the slick core of her sex. He removed his hands and she knew better than to close her legs.

  Logan reached up and took the glass from her hand, turning to place it on the counter next to the sink. She sat still as he moved several items from the breakfast bar, clearing it completely except for the woman sitting naked on its surface. He gently lifted the strand of pearls over her head, allowing the beads to slip between his fingers as if trying to determine which individual pearls were honored with her kiss with each deep swallow around his cock. He smiled, lifted them t
o his lips and kissed them gently before carefully laying them aside.

  ''Lie back,'' he ordered, and then helped her to recline on the granite. She shivered, her nipples puckering tighter as the cold surface pressed against the warmth of her body. Logan smiled as he took her hands into his, bending to kiss her once before lifting her arms above her head. ''Clasp you hands together and don't move them again,'' he ordered, and watched as she obeyed. He rearranged her legs until they were as far apart as possible while still on top of the counter. He didn't want them hanging down on either side—well, not yet.

  Elizabeth turned her head to watch as he returned to the refrigerator. She shivered again as he withdrew the carton of strawberries and the can of whipped cream. He turned to her, his mouth curving into a smile as he began to shake the can. Her eyes locked onto it, remembering his words about it not being used just on berries. She swallowed hard as she anticipated how it would feel against her skin. Logan returned to the bar, setting the pint of berries on the counter next to her. ''Close your eyes and do not move a muscle,'' he said, and watched as her eyes reluctantly fluttered shut. Her chest rose and fell more rapidly. He was silent, continuing to shake the can. She heard the cap being snapped off.

  ''While I love Neapolitan ice-cream sundaes,'' he said quietly, as he tilted the can in preparation, ''I absolutely adore them with whipped cream and strawberries.'' She moaned, hearing the slight hiss of pressurized air from the can as he pressed the nozzle. She squealed as he squirted the whipped cream directly onto her left nipple, twisting his wrist until a perfect swirl of cream completely concealed her aureole and the hard tip of her nipple. She squirmed just a bit at the cold.

  ''Naughty,'' he whispered. ''Don't move or you will destroy my work, and that, Schatzlein, would earn you a nice, hot bottom.'' She moaned again, his words painting pictures in her head. She expected him to apply the cream to her other nipple but would soon learn not to jump to conclusions about Logan. He set the can down and picked up a large strawberry between his fingers. He gently removed the leaves from the top but left the stem. He carefully turned the berry before setting it into its nest of whipped cream. His cock jumped inside his pants at the result. The white cream cradled the red of the berry, the green stem pointing up to the ceiling, mimicking the turgid tip of her uncovered nipple. He then slowly repeated the process on her right nipple until they matched perfectly, the berries exactly the same size. She was trembling and he could easily smell her arousal. He shook the can again, knowing it would be the only thing she could concentrate on. He positioned the nozzle and she almost came when she felt the cream being sprayed onto her pubic mound. He did not even touch her pussy or her clit; the sensation from the cream and the anticipation in her mind were enough to cause her pussy to pulse.

  ''I see my naughty little Sub is trying to provide her own cream for my sundae,'' he said, watching as her entire body flushed a light pink. His words were driving her insane with need. Logan chuckled and soon had the fattest strawberry settled into its mound of cream, topping off his dessert perfectly. He moved the can and berries out of the way and removed his clothing before returning to look at her. She was absolutely stunning, laid out like the dessert he had described.

  He reached out and stroked her cheek with his fingers. ''Open your eyes, Elizabeth,'' he said, gently. She dragged her eyes open, the desire flooding them upon seeing his nude body standing beside her. She smiled softly, and he returned it with his own. She watched as he bent by her side, time seeming to suspend as he slowly lowered his mouth to lick at her nipple. She jerked but then stilled herself when his eyes cut to hers in warning. She moaned, watching as the tip of his tongue took the first taste of cream at the base of the strawberry. She watched the berry bob just a bit; she sucked in her breath and held it. Logan licked again, taking his time, just the barest hint of cream on his tongue as he pulled it back into his mouth.

  ''Yum,'' he murmured, as he licked his lips. Elizabeth felt another rush of moisture between her legs and knew she was dripping onto the counter. Logan took a full five minutes to lick and tease her left nipple before finally sucking the entire berry into his mouth. She keened when he straightened, her nipple so tight she thought it might explode. Logan looked to her mound and then back to her right breast, as if trying to decide which to sample next. Elizabeth had never felt anything as erotic, never felt as desirable as he was making her feel. Making his decision, he surprised her yet again by bending to settle his mouth over hers. The kiss was incredibly gentle, and she fought the urge to arch into him. She could taste the juice from the berry he had eaten and the cream he had licked from her breast. She was mad to throw her arms around him to pull him closer. She clenched her fingers together but didn't even attempt to suppress the moan that came from deep within her throat.

  Logan stood again, his cock aching with need. He wanted to plunge into her but this time was for the willing Submissive lying before him. He was determined to draw as much sound from her as possible—to begin teaching her the freedom that came from truly letting go. His mouth descended on her other breast, and he tortured her for an additional five minutes, until she was lying in a puddle of her own desire. He kissed her again, her arms now shaking, her moans louder, her body no longer able to remain still, trembling in her need.

  She watched with half-lidded eyes as he moved down to the end of the bar. She moaned as he laid his hands on the front of her thighs and looked up at her.

  ''I'm going to finish my dessert,'' he said, as he slowly pulled her down the counter, the berry on her mound shaking slightly. She could feel her ass slide over the puddle she had produced, and her face flushed hotly in embarrassment. She watched as he bent and consumed the berry on her mound in one quick movement. She was quivering as his tongue swirled through the whipped cream, her clit pulsing as it strained for attention, more of her own cream dripping from her pussy in her wanton need. She forgot her shame when Logan lifted her legs and placed them over his shoulders and then slipped his hands under her ass, lifting her pussy to his mouth.

  ''This will taste the best of all,'' he whispered, before his mouth descended to engulf the entirety of her clit. Elizabeth's lips clamped tight, as she stifled her shriek, her body exploding instantly, her clit throbbing as he tortured it with his tongue. She forgot his order, dropped her hands to his head and attempted to push him away just a bit. She had never before climaxed so intensely, so quickly. Logan continued his assault by simply reaching up to capture her hands in his, their fingers entwining as if by instinct. Elizabeth bucked upward, her hips twisting as she both tried to ease the torture as well as beg him to do as he desired. Her fingers clenched around his, her moans growing inside her until she swallowed another shriek, her body once more imploding. She felt as if she were about to faint, the pleasure overwhelming. Logan lifted his mouth but continued to very gently lap at her swollen clit as she gradually came down from the two orgasms. He pulled her down a bit further, until half of her bottom was hanging off the edge of the counter. He positioned himself and then slowly began to push into her dripping pussy.

  Elizabeth squirmed as he began to fill her, her body slick and more than ready, but his size still making it difficult. ''Oh, God ... oh, Log … Logan,'' she whimpered, her eyes wide with the wonder of it. He smiled down at her, his hands holding her tight, anchoring her. She moaned as he pressed forward, stretching her, filling her. She squirmed and bucked as her body attempted to tell her that he was too big, far too large for her to accommodate his entire length or girth. Logan forced himself to go slowly, though it was far from what he desired. He knew he would fit but also knew he could hurt her if he didn't allow her body the time necessary to adjust. She began to relax, allowing her muscles to loosen, to accept his entry.

  He leaned forward, his cock only halfway-seated. ''Color?'' he asked, softly. She was breathing hard, her eyes glazed but meeting his.

  ''Gr … yellow-green,'' she whispered. He nodded and dropped a kiss on her stomach. He slowed even further,
the movement barely perceptible as he continued. Elizabeth began to lift her hips and to push against him—telling him that it was okay; it was what she wanted, what she needed. He lifted his left hand to his mouth, kissing her knuckles. She moaned and arched further. He repeated the gesture with their right hands.

  Though he knew she needed the intense connection, he needed to release her hands. ''Put your hands over your head, Schatzlein,'' he said softly. He could tell she didn't want to obey, a small whimper issuing from her throat. ''I'm here, Elizabeth, right here,'' he said. ''Obey me.'' She obeyed, though she wanted desperately to clutch him. She released her grip on his fingers and he released hers. Logan smiled as he pushed almost entirely into her. He moved one hand to her breast, his fingers stroking her breast before moving to roll her nipple between them. She surged up, allowing him to slip completely into her, buried as deep as possible. He smiled and bent forward over her, reaching above her to take her two hands into his right while he continued to roll her nipples with his left. She began to move under him, matching his movements, until his lips descended on her breast, sucking, licking and then gently biting her nipples. His mouth moved back and forth between them, his hands now once more linked with hers over her head. She was already spiraling towards climax, her body tight with the need.

  ''Come for me, Schatzlein,'' he said hoarsely, feeling his own body demanding release. ''Come with me.'' He began to fuck her hard and fast, his hips slamming into hers, her body accepting his demands. He saw her head thrashing from side to side and knew she would come but was also going to attempt to do so as quietly as she had before, her lips tightly compressing to withhold her passionate vocalization from him.