by Maggie Ryan
One floor down, Logan stepped off the elevator with Garrett, Ariel, Jason, and Nancy. They had stopped at Benjamin's and Helen's room to let them know they had all returned and were meeting in an hour for dinner. Elizabeth had been given the key to their own room with quiet instructions that she was to be ready when he joined her. A delicious shiver had run down her spine to settle between her legs at the quiet command Logan had whispered in her ear. When Logan left the other couples at their own rooms, on each side of his, he grinned, taking the duplicate key from his pocket. He opened the door and smiled.
Elizabeth was naked and kneeling, as required, just out of sight from the open door. Her legs were spread slightly apart, her arms folded neatly behind her back, hands cupping her elbows. She had brushed out her ebony hair and put it into a high ponytail, knowing that was how Logan preferred it for these moments. He turned and closed the door, flipping the security bar into position. He didn't speak as he walked towards her, his hand going to his belt. Elizabeth kept her eyes lowered as her Dom came nearer. Her insides were quivering, her tongue reaching out to run across her bottom lip. She felt moisture pooling between her legs, her clit beginning to throb with need. Logan unbuckled his belt, unsnapped and then unzipped his jeans. His cock was already rock-hard and sprang from his pants the moment its confinement was loosened.
Elizabeth rose up onto her knees, her hands never moving from position. They would stay behind her unless she was given permission to move them. She knew it could go either way; Logan might force her to concentrate just a bit harder by requiring her to use only her lips, tongue and mouth, or he might allow her to use one hand to stroke his cock as the other cradled and caressed his heavy testicles, his cock driving into her mouth.
He reached down with his free hand and stroked her cheek before lifting her chin so that she could look up at him. "No hands," he said quietly, and she nodded, acknowledging his preference. He moved his hand to her hair, wrapping her long ponytail around his palm, a gentle but firm tug conveying the certain knowledge that he would guide her as he desired. She moaned. He bent and kissed her lips, his tongue darting inside as if to prepare her for what she would soon be accepting. Another rush of heat coursed through her, her nipples puckered ever tighter, the kiss continuing until she was breathless.
He released her lips and stepped a bit closer. "You may begin."
He was soon groaning. When she had first taken him into her mouth months ago, he had learned that his Submissive was an artist on her knees. She never hurried. She was a rare woman who actually loved a man's cock not only in her mouth, but deep down her throat. She swallowed twice and then moved down his impressive length until her nose was buried in the black curls of his pubic hair, the head of his cock somewhere in the slim column of her throat. As she swallowed around his shaft, he felt his legs shake at the incredible sensation. She moved back, licking and suckling every inch of his shaft as she took a pause to breathe. She continued to deep-throat him, kissing his groin time and time again until he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. She felt a tug on her hair and allowed him to slip from her throat, moving back until only the thick head of his cock remained in her mouth, saliva coating the rest of his shaft.
"Balls," he said softly. She released his cockhead and bent to take his heavy testicles into her mouth, her tongue licking and tasting as they rolled in her mouth. Logan groaned again, his hips thrusting forward, his cock now pressed against his stomach as she pleasured his testicles. When he tugged her backwards, she released his balls and opened her mouth wide. He slid his cock back between her lips, his thrust telling her what to expect.
This was the moment she wished she could use her hands to brace herself against his rock hard thighs. She knew he was going to fuck her throat and from past experience, knew it was going to require everything she had to remain on her knees, her hands cupping her elbows behind her. Logan tightened his grip on her hair and moved one hand to splay against the middle of her upper back. He began to thrust, slowly at first as she accepted all of him, her tongue never stopping its licking, her lips looser around him to allow him to set the pace, to take her as he desired. Within a few more thrusts, he was pushing deep into her throat, ignoring her occasional gag. His hold on her hair and the hand at her back kept her in place. She dropped her hands only once to brace against his thighs, but at his sharp command of 'hands' she immediately put them back into position.
He continued to take her roughly, knowing exactly how much she could accept without fear or being pushed past her limit. He pushed to the hilt, her nose pressed against his groin as he erupted, filling her throat with jet after jet of his seed. Elizabeth moaned as she took every drop, swallowing repeatedly until he was spent. Logan removed his hand from her back and loosened his grip on her hair as a signal that she was once more in control. She eased herself backwards, working her tongue all around him, making sure every inch of his cock was cleaned of any of his essence before rocking back again, finally looking up into his eyes, only the head of his cock held between her lips. Logan kept her in that position for several minutes, loving the sight of her kneeling submissively before him, holding him so beautifully. "You may release," he finally said, and only then did she open her lips and allow him to fall from her. "God, you are incredible," he said, bending to lift her to her feet. She gave him a smile that almost stopped his heart. It not only showed the love she had for him; it told of the intense pleasure she felt every time she was able to bring him to such an explosive climax, using nothing but her mouth. Logan bent to kiss her, his tongue delving deep inside. She was soon moaning, her arms aching to go around his neck, but had not yet been given permission to release her position. He easily picked her up and carried her to the bed.
He laid her down on the edge of the bed, spread her legs as far apart as he could, and dropped to his own knees, burying his face between her thighs. It was her turn to moan, to twist and buck under his tongue. When she attempted to pull her arms from behind her back to run her fingers through his hair, he lifted his mouth. "Naughty. You need to remember to keep your hands where they are supposed to be." She groaned in frustration, but when his hand reached out and slapped against her thigh, she yelped and put her arms behind her, the position causing her chest to arch, her pebbled nipples prominently displayed. Logan nodded and returned to her pussy, his tongue sliding between her soaking-wet lips, darting inside her in slow and then fast thrusts, occasionally moving to lick across her swollen clitoris.
"Oh, God, please … please," she begged, her hips bucking when he sucked her clit into his mouth and suckled hard for the briefest of moments before releasing her to throb and ache with denial. "I … I need to come," she begged. "I … I can't … please, Sir." Logan grinned as he denied her clit what it needed, his tongue moving down to slide between her buttocks, finding the dark-rimmed opening of her bottom-hole. Elizabeth shrieked when she felt his tongue push inside her bottom, her hands once more flying out from behind her to grip his head in an attempt to push him away. Logan's hands lifted and captured both of her wrists, holding them against her stomach in one hand as the other reached down to pop hard against her thigh once again. She bucked and moaned, shuddering at the sinful sensation of his tongue lapping at her back passage, thrusting again and again into her bottom. While he kept her hands pinned, he thrust two fingers into her pussy, causing her to buck her hips up and then press them forward as she sought release. Logan continued to mouth and lick her bottom for another several minutes before lifting his head.
"Hands behind you," he ordered, and though she didn't want to obey, she did. "You've been warned three times. If they come out again, it will be the belt tonight. Understand?" She shuddered but felt her clit jerk and her bottom clench at the thought of being whipped with his belt. It had only happened a few times, but each one had left a lasting impression. He never used the belt in play. When he whipped her, it was for one thing and one thing only: it was punishment of the sort that left her knowing she had been a very,
very naughty girl.
"Ye … Yes, Sir," she gasped, her hands once more in place as he used his hands to spread her apart just that much more. He bent to begin again, teasing her unmercifully, his lips and tongue going wherever they desired. She never knew if he would be pushing into her sex, suckling on her clit, or God, pushing his tongue into her anus. She just knew that she was a quivering bowl of Jell-o, the sheets beneath her drenched from the endless stream of her own cream as he carried her to the edge over and over and over again, until she thought she'd either die or explode into flames. No amount of pleading, no amount of bucking her hips towards him, no amount of whimpering affected him. Logan was an incredible Dominant. He not only enjoyed having her perform fellatio, he truly enjoyed giving her the best cunnilingus that he was capable of providing. He gave her bottom-hole another round after putting his hands under her ass and lifting her up to his mouth. She no longer squirmed away from his tongue; she pushed towards him as if begging for him to lick her, to thrust into her. He smiled as he broadened his tongue and then slowly began to make long licks from her anus to her clit, suckling that engorged bud for a second then repeating the cycle. Again and again she felt his tongue scraping every sensitive inch of her sex and bottom cleft, his lips briefly sucking her clit, his teeth giving it a scrape before he would release her. She felt her entire body tense and knew she was going to explode.
"I'm … I'm … coming!" she shrieked as every molecule of her body contracted and released again and again, the strength of her climax shocking her. Logan kept her as steady as he could, his tongue lapping at her, the cycle repeating until she was bucking and twisting as if afraid that she wouldn't make it through the next orgasm. Make it she did, her body jerking in his hands. Logan gave her a final lick before rising and lifting her legs, thrusting into her in one motion. "Ohhhh, ohhhh, God!" she screamed as his cock filled her, its flesh scraping all the nerves, each already hypersensitive from her incredible climaxes. She wasn't aware when her hands came free, not to clutch at him but to claw at the sheets as he fucked her fast and furious, plunging into her, holding her to the bed as his hips bucked into her. She arched and screamed again when they came together, tears falling from her eyes at the unbelievable pleasure this man always gave her. Logan lay over her, his chest to hers, as he caught his breath. His hands had moved to capture hers, their fingers automatically linking.
After a few minutes, he moved off her, allowing her to catch her own breath. He only seemed to realize she had disobeyed his order when he saw her fingers linked with his. He bent to give each of her nipples a kiss before moving to lean over her. "Someone was a very naughty girl," he whispered, before taking her mouth in a tender kiss. Elizabeth returned the kiss but couldn't suppress a shudder of anticipation. When he released her and helped her from the bed, leading her to the shower, she found herself smiling. Well, it might mean his belt later, but she would take a tender bottom any day, if it came after that incredible session.
***
Barbara climbed out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her as she went to the sink. She began to comb out her hair, her thoughts consumed with the events of the day. She realized that her shoulders ached a bit, and she smiled, remembering swinging the sledgehammer time and time again at the cabinets. Aching muscles were worth it; she considered the demolition work as a catharsis of her emotional baggage. She picked up the dryer and paused, her mouth dropping open a bit. This was the first time in a great while that much of her day hadn't been consumed thinking of David, or of how she had failed in her marriage. As she turned on the dryer, it dawned that she had just taken a huge step. She finally understood that because she hadn't been what he needed, she had tried to fit into some mold he desired, denying who she really was. No matter what happened from now on, she felt truly free for the first time in seven years. She was ready to admit that she should have not only listened to her family, she should have listened to her heart the day she walked down the aisle. She had been too stubborn and too much of a coward to admit that she, a highly educated, strong woman, was making the biggest mistake of her life in wedding David Washington.
She set the dryer down and brushed out her auburn hair until it fell in soft waves around her shoulders and down her back. She reached for the pins that she normally used to pin her hair up then threw them back into her bag. This was a fresh start and she would wear her hair as she wanted. Come to think of it, she would wear the clothes she wanted, as well. Today had been the first time in years that she had worn jeans instead of dress pants, a T-shirt instead of a blouse, tennis shoes and socks instead of heels and stockings. Smiling, she left the bathroom and entered the bedroom, opening her suitcase and removing fresh underwear. As she put on the plain white bra and panties, she found herself wishing she could be brave enough to actually buy the type of underwear she fantasized about. As she slipped into the only pair of shorts she had brought, she wondered what Craig's favorite color was and if he liked a lot of lace or preferred plainer lingerie. She also wondered what his reaction would be if he pulled down her shorts and discovered those fantasy panties she'd read about in books. Blushing, she buttoned up her blue blouse and slipped her feet into white sandals. The old Barbara surfaced as she went back into the bathroom to put on her makeup. Perhaps the only connection Craig felt was his decree that he owed her a spanking. She paused and thought about that. Could she let him spank her? If she did, what would that mean? Was he of the mind that once she had admitted to her guilt and then submitted to a spanking, he was done with her? Insecurity had never been part of Barbara's internal makeup until she'd married David.
She threw down the mascara and looked at herself in the mirror. "You are not that woman any more, Barbara Grace! You deserve someone to make you feel good, someone you can make happy. You will not let that bastard control your life or your emotions ever again. Do you understand, young lady?!" She giggled when she realized that she had not only actually spoken aloud, her finger shaking as it pointed to the woman in the mirror, she had briefly wondered if Craig would consider 'bastard' a word that earned her a swat. A bit shocked that she had even considered confessing to him, knowing she was weakening every moment she spent with that incredible man, she picked up her mascara again and opened it.
"Yes, Ma'am," she answered herself and then giggled again, knowing she might as well be saying 'Yes, Sir' as well.
Her parents were in the lobby when she stepped off the elevator. Helen smiled as her daughter came to her, bending down to give her a hug. Benjamin noticed that his girl looked more relaxed than she had in years, and when she moved to hug him as well, he stood and enveloped her in his arms. She laid her head onto his shoulder, her face turned into his neck and simply allowed her father to hold her. Helen felt tears in her eyes as she looked at two of the most special people in her life. It seemed like years since her little girl had allowed either of her parents to offer her comfort, and Helen prayed this was not just a random moment.
As voices rang out down the hall, Benjamin turned to his daughter, his hand stroking her hair as he kissed her cheek. "Thank you, Daddy," Barbara said softly. Benjamin blinked and nodded as she kissed his cheek. "I've missed this."
Benjamin pulled her back into his arms, hugging her tightly. "Not as much as I have, Bun … Barbara," he said, and she smiled.
"It's okay, Dad, I'll always be your Bunny," she said, and didn't see that Craig had entered the room and was smiling broadly. The other couples joined them, and they all tried to decide where to eat. The hotel was small, and while it offered breakfast and simple fare for lunch, it did not have a dinner service. After several suggestions had been tossed about, one from Craig stating there was still food from their picnic, Benjamin clapped his hands to silence the group.
"We'll need the leftovers for lunch tomorrow. I'm in the mood for some great service and some great food. Gaido's isn't that far from here. You can have your choice of seafood or steaks. They have a good wine selection, as well. It's our treat, so…"
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bsp; "No, Benjamin, I should cover it, since ya'll have all worked so hard today," Elizabeth said, turning to Logan for support.
"Nonsense, Elizabeth," Benjamin said, not even considering her proposal. "We'll consider this an engagement celebration. And I wish you'd call me Dad. Now that's settled so figure out the transportation and let's get going. Your mother is starved!" Helen laughed, knowing it was her husband who was hungry but simply nodded in agreement.
Elizabeth thought about protesting but felt pleased to hear a man she had grown to not only admire but to love want her to call him Dad. She saw Logan's smile and knew he was pleased, so she nodded her agreement. Since there were ten of them, they would need at least three vehicles. Helen and Ariel were put into Garrett's car with Benjamin as the fourth. Nancy, Logan, Elizabeth, and Jason argued whether to take Jason's car as it was larger or Logan's since the girls liked to drive with the top down. Jason capitulated on the condition that he and Logan sat in the front, as the back seat was simply too small for his long legs. The girls agreed wholeheartedly.
