by Maggie Ryan
"No, I … I don't … I need … I … I need," she began, but was interrupted.
"Shhh, Schatzlein," Logan said, removing his finger only to drag it across the swollen bud of her clit. "I know what you need, little one," he said, returning the finger to her anus. She pressed down onto his legs, attempting to remove her body from his finger. Her action did cause Logan to remove his finger but only to spread his fingers out to slap hard against her right buttock. She yelped and then yelped again as he swatted her left cheek.
"Elizabeth," he said softly even as his finger returned to her small opening, "You know better than that, don't you?" She moaned, her mind warring with her deep need to submit to him. The restlessness she had been feeling had gone away with her gentle, erotic spanking. However, tension was quickly taking its place. Logan allowed her a moment to collect her thoughts, but when she still didn't answer, he pulled away to slap her bottom twice more. Elizabeth moaned as her bottom began to burn with the slaps, the nice warmth he had created earlier beginning to heat with pain.
"Are you going to be naughty?" he asked softly, his hand now resting on one cheek. "Do you want me to heat this precious bottom again, or do you wish to remember your place and mine?"
She trembled but forced herself to answer. "I … I remember, Sir," she said, so quietly he had to strain to hear her. "I … I'm not trying to be … be naughty. I'm just … oh, God, please, Logan," she pleaded, "please just make love to me." Logan heard both the desire in her voice as well as the tension. He had every intention of making love to her but also knew he could not allow her to ever set the rules or define their roles.
"I love you, Elizabeth," he said. "I love you with all my heart, but, little one, you are being naughty. We've talked about this before and, Liebchen, you know that I own all of you—every inch of your gorgeous, precious body. I know you are scared, but Elizabeth, you need to trust that I will never harm you in any way." Elizabeth heard each word as they calmed her mind. She knew he spoke the truth. She had accepted him as her lover, her fiancé and most importantly, as her Dominant. They had talked about her experience, or lack thereof, and he had informed her that he would teach her. Evidently, this was to become one of his lessons, whether or not she wanted to attend his personal class. Logan watched her nod against the sheet, her eyes closing in acceptance of his dominance as well as her deep need to submit.
"That's my girl," he said and bent to kiss her cheek. He almost groaned himself, his cock trapped between their bodies, hard and throbbing with his own need. He could easily just pull her off his lap, flip her onto her back, and thrust into her. He knew she was not only ready; she was desperate for him to fuck her. Forcing himself to remember he was also her teacher, he once more moved his finger to hover just outside her pussy lips.
"I'm going to use your cream to coat my finger," he said quietly and smiled as she lifted her bottom, anxious to feel him inside her. "You are to open your cheeks for me, Schatzlein. I know it is hard but, sweetheart, you can do this. I am going to start teaching you how to pleasure me with this secret part of your body, teach you the pleasure you can also find. Trust me, Elizabeth; trust me to take you only where I know you can go." Though her head was screaming at her to resist, her heart and soul were telling her that he was her Master. She was his Submissive; she had chosen to serve, and in order to truly do so, she needed to submit all. Logan felt her right hand clench tighter around his but also saw her left hand coming back behind her.
The moment she touched her cheek and began to pull it away from its twin, Logan sank his finger deep within her pussy. She moaned loudly, her pussy gripping his finger hard, attempting to pull it even deeper. Logan was proud of her, knew it was hard and something she had never submitted to before. His heart filled as he added another finger to fill her core. Elizabeth felt her body spiraling up and knew she could climax at any moment if only he would just give her clit a little flick. She had her eyes tightly closed, her cheek and chest pressed against the mattress, her legs trembling against the mattress on the other side of Logan's lap. Her arms were behind her, one hand clenching the hand of the man she loved, the other willingly spreading her bottom open for him, knowing that finger would return, knowing exactly where he intended to put it. As his fingers slid from her pussy, dripping and coated with her cream, she whimpered but forced herself to pull her cheek open wider.
"That's a very good girl," he said softly, his finger running around the tightly clenched rim of her bottom-hole. "Just relax, Schatzlein. Tell me your color," he said.
"Yellow … and green," she said, letting him know her emotional state was in limbo. She also knew he would stop instantly if she changed her answer to 'red', the safeword that they always used.
"Thank you. I'm not going to hurt you. Just relax, baby. Know that I am here, guiding you, teaching you. Don't tense up; you don't need to be afraid. I promise you will be amazed at what your body can do, what you will find pleasure in." He saw her relax the tiniest bit, her fingers captured in his, not clinging quite as tightly. "Are you ready?"
Elizabeth wanted to scream that she wasn't, but the deep, secret part of her psyche knew she wanted this, she wanted him to lead her, to force her to submit to something she craved to explore but was reluctant to admit. Logan's finger never stopped moving, stroking that small spot until she moaned and found herself nodding. "Ye … yes, Sir," she whispered, and then quickly added, "Please … go … go slow?"
"I will," he promised, and did. He pressed very gently against her opening with just the tip of one finger. "Relax, baby," he encouraged, and continued to give her gentle encouragement as he pressed a little harder. He knew her body would one day accommodate whatever he chose to insert into her for either her pleasure, his pleasure or for the intense pleasure of them both. Though he knew his cock was straining with desire to sink deep into her forbidden depths, he also knew it would be quite some time before she was either emotionally or physically ready. Despite the sexual freedom society now condoned, he knew that it was very rare for anal sex to ever be discussed openly. He also knew that while submissive women would allow a man to use their most private orifice, those that truly enjoyed the act or actually craved to be impaled by their Dom's cock in such a manner were pretty rare. He wanted Elizabeth to learn that every inch of her body could and would bring not only him pleasure but would bring her to heights she had yet to discover. By going slow, by speaking about every aspect of the process, he was hoping to alleviate the sense of it being shameful. She was just now finding release from a phobia about vocalizing her passion or her pain. He had no desire to give her any cause to fear anal sex or any kind of play.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, slipping inside just a bit further. "I am so honored that you trust me, Schatzlein, so full of love for you." His words went to her heart, filling it and reminding her that she loved him with everything she had. She forced herself to relax as much as she could and felt his finger slip in another bit. "Good girl," he said and pressed a bit further. She gasped, the stretch seeming enormous, though she knew his finger was not that big or that thick. It just felt strange, new and taboo. "Ready for a bit more?" he asked, and she found herself blushing at the question even as her body began to relax and accept his action. Logan smiled as he watched her body relax and her breathing change. He knew she was growing accustomed to his finger and the fact that it was going into her bottom for the first time. He was extremely proud when he heard her whispered answer.
"Ye … yes, Sir, I'm … I'm ready," her voice soft but only slightly hesitant. Logan continued to encourage and praise her until his finger was completely buried up inside her bottom. Elizabeth had relaxed, her bottom no longer clenching tight. Logan allowed her time to become used to the fullness and then began to slowly move his finger in and out. Elizabeth groaned, her body responding with desire. She flushed with embarrassment but ignored the guilt as Logan showed her how erotic anal play could be.
"I'm going to add another finger, Schatzlein," he said, w
ithdrawing his finger and seeing her lift and push her bottom up, as if missing the presence deep within. Logan crossed two fingers and slid them between her sopping lips, lubricating them. He returned them to her bottom. "Lift up and push down against my fingers," Logan instructed and watched as she obeyed, her anus opening just the slightest in preparation for his entry. "That's my girl, such a good little girl," he praised as he began to work his fingers into her.
"Ohhhhh, God," she moaned, pulling away as the pressure increased.
"No, push back, open for your Master," Logan said softly but in a tone that sent delicious shivers of submission down her spine. "Where do I want to put my fingers, Elizabeth? What part of my beautiful Submissive do I want to play with?" He held his fingers still, waiting to see if his Submissive would obey.
Elizabeth shuddered—his words, his orders reminding her that she was a Submissive, whose desire it was to obey. "My … my bottom," she whispered. Logan squeezed the fingers he was holding entwined in his, communicating his pleasure that she had answered his question.
"Then, my love, let me play." He watched as her bottom pushed back, watched as she spread herself open further, watched as she found the tips of his fingers and listened as she moaned deep in her throat.
"Take me, Sir. Please teach me how to play." This time as he pressed forward she pressed back, her sphincter muscle no longer fighting quite as hard to keep the invaders from where they wished to be. When he breached her ring of muscle, she gave a short cry at the sharp pain but then pressed down against him.
"Beautiful," Logan whispered, bending down to kiss their linked hands. Now that he was deeply seated, her left hand moved away from her bottom, no longer needed to spread herself for his entry. Logan continued to stroke in and out, withdrawing a bit further each time so that she could get used to the sensation of being frigged in her bottom. She was slowly moving as well, her bottom rocking back and forth, her cream leaking from her as those two fingers caused incredible sensations deep within her body.
He was concentrating on her lesson when he suddenly felt his body jerk and his deep groan filled the room. Elizabeth's left hand had left her bottom only to wrap around the shaft of his cock. Logan growled as he pressed his fingers hard and quick deep into her. Her moan joined his, her hand tightening around his cock, her own fingers releasing and squeezing as she matched the rhythm he had set. Groaning deep in his throat, Logan had to clench his jaw as he slowly removed his fingers and then quickly pulled her off his lap, turning her onto her back, her legs pulled over his arms as he positioned himself between her widely spread legs.
"You are a naughty little minx," he said, his smile telling her he wasn't upset. He drove into her and she immediately threw her head back and squealed as he filled her completely. Logan knew he wouldn't last long. Her spanking and her lesson had his cock ready to release the moment he entered her. "I love you, Liebchen," he said, his mouth moving to take hers as he fucked her hard and fast. They climaxed together, their passion escaping, each calling the other's name as the ecstasy of their lovemaking took them to heaven.
Logan pulled her into him, her back to his front, spooning again in the early hours of the day. "That was only the first lesson, Elizabeth," he whispered softly. "You will learn to take my cock deep in your ass and beg me to fuck you hard. Tell me, are you as frightened as you were?" He waited for an answer, either verbal or a movement of her head as it rested on her pillow. After a moment, he smiled. She was sound asleep, all restlessness gone.
Chapter 2
The shrill ring of the phone woke Logan two hours later. He rolled away from Elizabeth, who didn't even stir as the invasive sound filled the room. Logan smiled and shook his head as he picked up the receiver.
"Yeah?" Logan said, yawning as he tried to come completely awake, noticing that at the sound of his voice, his bedmate finally stirred.
"Get your lazy ass down here," a voice said on the other end of the phone. "We all woke up at the crack of dawn to get here and expected to have been personally met by the slave drivers." Logan grinned as he turned back to see Elizabeth sitting up, her long black hair swirling around her naked body. His mind immediately left the phone conversation as he felt his cock twitch.
"Good morning, Liebchen," Logan said, bending forward to kiss her. Elizabeth smiled, her body instantly responding. Logan pressed his lips harder and was surprised to feel her move back and giggle. He was about to pull her closer when she pointed to the phone he now held in his lap. Logan dropped his gaze and realized that someone was yelling. Grinning, he shrugged, putting the receiver to his ear. "Hold on a minute," he said, ignoring Garrett's words.
"The workers are threatening to mutiny," Logan said, giving her a quick kiss. "How about you start the shower?" Elizabeth nodded and slid off the bed, padding naked to the bathroom. The moment the door closed, Logan turned his attention to the phone.
"She said 'yes'," Logan said, with a huge smile that no one could see. Garrett's face lit with his own smile several floors away.
"Congratulations, Logan, though why she would settle for you, my friend, is a mystery."
"I just thank God she did," Logan said, knowing his best friend was thrilled for him and Elizabeth. They spoke for a few more minutes before Logan replaced the receiver and climbed out of the bed. He entered the steam-filled bathroom, the silhouette against the thin shower curtain causing his cock to stand at complete attention. He grinned, realizing she was humming as she stood under the spray, far more relaxed than she had been only hours before. He slowly pulled back the corner of the curtain and stepped into the tub behind her. Elizabeth stopped humming but smiled as his hands slid around her waist, pulling her back against him.
"God, you're gorgeous," he said as his lips brushed against her neck. Despite the heat of the shower, she shivered, her nipples instantly peaking into hard pebbles. Logan moved to kiss her neck and then gently sank his teeth into her skin. She moaned as she visualized a huge panther biting the neck of its mate, holding her still as he prepared to mount her. She could feel his cock against her bottom, felt its length slide along the divide.
"Brace your hands on the wall," he instructed softly, knowing she would obey. "Spread your legs for me." When she was braced and spread as widely as the tub would allow, Logan pulled her slowly towards him. She moved her hand from the wall. "No, keep your palms flat on the wall. Bend forward." Elizabeth was soaking—and not from the shower. Logan reached up to adjust the showerhead, allowing the water to pound against her back, away from her head. He began to massage her bottom, his huge hands gently kneading her skin, his fingers moving to dip into her cleft. Her low moan caused his cock to twitch again.
"Please … please …" she moaned as one hand moved from her bottom, moving to cup her sex. "Ahhhh, God, Logan," she moaned again as he used two fingers to slide along her lips, gently parting them until his fingers found the engorged, sensitive bud. Her head arched back as he began to play, to tease, to pinch and rub until her legs were shaking. "Please…" she begged again, knowing that without his order or permission, she was not to come.
Behind her, Logan was smiling at the knowledge that this incredible woman trembling in his hands was going to be his wife. "I love you, Elizabeth," he said, bending over her, his lips pressed to her ear. "I adore every inch of you; I am honored that you've chosen me. I will never let you go." Elizabeth shuddered as her heart pounded. His words, his breath, his fingers were driving her mad, causing her to drop her head and moan loudly then whimper softly as his insistent fingers gave her clit another pinch. "Tell me, Liebchen, tell me—what do you need?"
"I … I … I need you inside me … please … please, Sir … I need you to … to fuck me," she stammered, her body fighting off the explosion that she was barely able to resist.
"Your wish is my command, my love," Logan said, and moved to position himself at her entrance. He put one arm around her waist to steady her as he thrust into her core. Elizabeth's head came back, her back arching as he slammed
into her, filling and stretching her as no man had ever done, touching her in places that no man had ever been able to touch.
"Oh, God," she moaned, "Yes … yes … pleas … please …I … I need …"
"Come, Schatzlein, come for me," Logan instructed, burying himself as far as he could, moving his free hand around to cup a slick breast, finding the nipple and pinching it hard. Her shriek echoed around the tiles of the shower as she exploded, flooding his cock, her hips bucking as he continued to fuck her hard, not missing a beat as she contracted again and again around him. When she felt his hand moving her leg, guiding her foot to lift to the edge of the tub, she flushed but then felt him bend her forward further, the change in position allowing him to sink even deeper. She felt a sensation but before she could process it, a slick finger demanded entrance to her bottom. Biting her lip, she remembered her lesson of the night before and forced herself to press down, moaning as Logan slid a digit deep inside.
"God, you are incredible," he said, bending to bite her neck softly. She found her cheek pressed against the tile between her hands, her body his to do with as he willed. What he willed was to drive her to beg for him to fuck her harder, deeper and then scream again as he drove her over the edge, this time going with her. He pumped into her, his own breathing harsh as he claimed her as his own.
"I love you," he whispered, his lips kissing her back, her shoulder, her wet hair. He withdrew and helped her to turn around, her arms going around him, her face now pressed into his chest.
"I love you, Sir. God, I love you so much," Elizabeth said. He bent to kiss her tenderly, his hands gentle on her skin as their breathing and pulse rates returned to normal. It took another ten minutes, the water getting gradually colder, before they finished washing each other. Logan stepped from the tub, wrapping a towel around his waist before helping her out then wrapping one around her body.
