by Maggie Ryan
She watched as he quickly stripped, kicking his jeans out of the way and almost ripping off buttons in his haste to remove his shirt. His cock was jumping, straining towards her as if it well knew where it belonged—deep inside the heaven it had been straining to reach but denied for the past hour.
He joined her on the bed, his hands moving to spread her legs as wide as he could, her ravished, striped ass causing her to moan at the pressure as he pressed her down. Despite the pain, her moans told of her need.
"Please, Sir, please fuck me," she begged. "Show no mercy—I want you hard."
Garrett had no problem in letting her guide him. She had behaved perfectly in the playroom, placing herself into his hands with an absolute trust and abandon that he would never take for granted. Though she had indeed swayed and twisted as she sang, this was where the true dance would begin—they would take the steps together, perfect partners in every way.
He bent to give her a kiss before driving into her with one stroke. Her scream was delicious as it filled the room, followed by her voice, urging him to go faster, deeper, harder. Wanting to please his sub as she had pleased him, he obeyed, his hips thrusting as he drove into her again and again, ignoring her scream as her first orgasm was finally allowed, her back arching, her hands clawing at his back, her entire body shuddering as he continued to fuck her.
"Again," he demanded, slipping his hands beneath her to squeeze her welted cheeks and lift her ass so that he could plunge ever deeper. "You'll cum again."
Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow, her hips bucking as he fucked her, driving her to the brink until, at last, she fell into the abyss, her cries and contracting muscles drawing him to his own end. He filled her again and again, his seed mixing with hers until the sheets were drenched beneath them.
"Oh, God, yes," Ariel moaned, her body feeling heavy and languid, as if she were mired in quicksand, unable to move. Garrett bent over her, adding his weight as he took a nipple into his mouth. Her hand moved to the back of his head, pressing it down onto her breast, urging him to suckle. By the time he had given both breasts his attention, his cock had once more hardened within her.
"I want your ass," he said, withdrawing and easily flipping her to her stomach. "Present that naughty ass to me," he ordered, his hand stroking along the length of his slick cock as he watched her go up onto her hands and knees. "Spread your legs, I want to see your cunt dripping as I fill your ass."
His instructions, the words he used, touched the dark secret part of her soul as she obediently spread her knees wide, going down onto her forearms and pushing her ass up to him. She saw him reach for the tube of lube he had tossed onto the bed earlier in preparation for this moment. Hearing the click of the lid, she reached back and spread her buttocks apart.
"Wider," he said. "Pull them wide for me." He knew she loved the dirty talk, the coarse words he would never normally use to speak about women were the ones that turned his sweet Ariel into a very sexy, very wanton woman in his bed. "That's right, show me your little pink asshole. Show me that you know that my cock is going to stretch you and fuck your ass just as hard as it fucked your sopping cunt."
He saw her shudder as she pushed her butt higher and spread herself just a bit more as she felt the first squirt of lube. Her whimper was soft as he used his fingertips to coat her anus and then it changed into a shriek as he drove a finger into her.
"Oh, God," she whimpered. "Please… please…"
"Please, what?" he asked, adding another greased finger to her passage, spreading the lube inside her tight channel as his fingers worked to stretch her muscle. "Tell me what you need. Tell me where you want my cock."
"My ass, Sir," she answered, pushing down against his fingers, desperately wanting to be filled. The discovery that she was anal-erotic had been something she had been both shocked and yet thrilled over. Garrett was a large man, one that she would always have to consciously prepare herself to accept. Yet, the erotic pain she knew she would experience, thrilled her, and she yearned to share this rather taboo act with him.
"Where?" he asked again, as he removed his fingers from her and quickly coated his cock, moving into position, barely pressing the head of his cock against her prepared entrance.
"My ass, Sir. I ask that you put your cock in my ass and fuck me. God, please fuck my ass, Sir."
"My pleasure," he said, and with a firm thrust, pushed into her small opening, only pausing for a few moments until her initial sharp cry of pain abated as her sphincter muscle reluctantly yielded and she began to push against him. He filled her steadily, every moan, every cry, every clench of her hands on the sheets driving him forward until he was finally buried balls deep.
It continued to amaze him that this small woman, this woman who weighed less than half of what he did, whose bones he could probably snap in two with his bare hands, this wonderful, sexy and incredible woman, enjoyed the same dark games as he. She had willingly submitted to his discipline, sung her song, and still she wanted the dance to continue.
"I love you, Ariel," he said, bending over her, completely obscuring her small body with his large one. "Thank you for consenting to be my wife." He kissed her neck and heard her moan.
"Thank you for asking," she said, her head turning back to look at him as he lifted from her back. Mischief filled her eyes as they met his. "Now, Sir, I know it is naughty for a sub to ask for anything, but as your new fiancée, would you please fuck me?"
With a grin, and his own groan adding to the song, he did exactly that.
A half-hour later, he climbed into the tub behind her, sinking down into the hot water, the oil she had added making enough bubbles to cover them both. She leaned back against him, her entire body sore, but in a way that she craved. They were quiet as they allowed the bath to ease their muscles, to soothe her abraded skin.
Garrett hadn't been joking when he had told Liz to make sure any tubs at Haven were big enough for two. While some men might scoff, he truly enjoyed the feel of the silky water and the sight of the white, shimmering bubbles every time he enjoyed a bath with Ariel. They had both grown up around water, swimming, skiing and diving whenever they could. As he stroked his fingers down her arm, he remembered watching her grow from a gawky kid into the beautiful small package she was today. Lifting her left hand and bringing it to his lips, he kissed the ring, and felt his heart clutch. If she had said no, if she hadn't wanted to marry him, he would have felt lost and broken.
With a soft murmur of contentment, Ariel moved her fingers to entwine with his. After another few minutes of soaking, he reached for the cloth and began to wash her, turning her to face him so that he could easily wash her face, her slim throat and her rounded breasts.
"Ummm," she moaned, as the cloth rubbed against her nipples.
"Sore?" he asked, stroking very gently across each one before dropping his hand to wash her stomach.
"Just a little." She gasped sharply when his hand reached her sex. She was much sorer there; he had fucked her just as hard as she had requested. The pain would demand a small price of her comfort, but she was willing to pay it without a word of complaint. As his finger flicked her clit, she bucked, the movement causing some water to splash from the tub.
"A little?" he teased, loving the sight of the fresh blush of pink that suffused her skin. "I'm beginning to adore the color pink," he added, bending to kiss her gently.
"God, I can't believe what you did with that shell." She shook her head, her soft giggle telling him she had loved every moment.
"Well, you know how I don't like a lot of clutter," he said, moving her again so that she was on her knees, her bottom accessible. "I figured that since you insisted on keeping it to remember the day we got engaged, well—it needed another purpose as well. A far more practical purpose than just sitting on a dresser."
"Only you would think of turning a pool toy into a sex toy," she said, bending forward to lean against his chest as he washed her bottom. These wheals would remain for at leas
t a day, hopefully reminding her not to act so impulsively and not to cuss so colorfully.
"Oh, darling, you have no idea of exactly how creative I can be," he taunted, his eyebrow lifting as he lowered his mouth to hers. "For example, I am creative enough that we are now going to play: hide the submarine from enemy boats."
She giggled, looking around, using her fingers to part the dense bubbles. "But, Captain, I don't see any boats."
"Ah, they are stealthier than I thought." He lifted her again, drawing her onto his lap. "Go ahead, be a good little first mate and do your duty for your king and country," he instructed, his cock standing at attention.
Taking him in her hand and moving into position, she lifted herself and took him inside. "Aye, Captain… um, King, Sir," she said, sinking down onto him, her soreness making it necessary to go slowly.
Once he was seated inside her, Garrett held her waist as he began to move her up and down on his shaft. "Perhaps we'll do some pearl diving later."
"I'm going to be hiding that da… darn clamshell," she threatened, and then moaned as he thrust hard into her.
"Do and I promise, I'll buy an entire bag and have you explain to your mother and Barbara that they need to decorate them all, as I explain that my naughty little mermaid needs dozens to bite her all over."
Moaning, and wondering if he'd ever follow through with such a horrible, yet delicious plan, she threw her head back and forgot about everything but the ride.
Before they climbed into bed, both exhausted from a long, memorable and beautiful day, she giggled. Sitting on her pillow, the clamshell seemed to wink at her. "You are the one who is incorrigible," she said, picking it up and giving it a quick kiss before moving it to her nightstand.
"No, what I am is your fiancé, your lover, your playmate, and, my sweet, your demanding Dom," Garrett corrected, pulling her into his arms for a kiss before turning her to spoon against him. Snaking his hand between them, he gave her bottom a pat, before slipping his hand over her hip to take her hand in his. She smiled as she saw his finger running across the ring before entwining their fingers. He was all he had just claimed to be, and more—he was her heart and her soul.
Chapter 9
"So you've made a decision?" Elizabeth asked, as she picked up the two mugs of coffee she had prepared and moved around the breakfast bar in her small apartment. She couldn't help but smile, as she did every time she looked at the surface. It had been where Logan had positioned her naked body as he decorated her breasts and her sex with whipped cream and strawberries in preparation to enjoy his special, very erotic ice-cream sundae. Her nipples tightened under the t-shirt she was wearing as she moved towards the large armchair to hand one of the mugs to her fiancé.
"Thanks, babe," Logan said as he took the cup, snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her down onto his lap. "The renovations are almost complete, and that noise and disturbance alone has been enough to convince me that living above the club is just not for us."
"So you don't think adding sound-proofing would effectively muffle the noise?" she asked, taking a whiff of the aroma wafting from her mug before taking her first sip of what would most likely be many cups of coffee during the day.
Logan smiled at the pleasure on her face, bending forward to brush his lips against her throat, eliciting a soft moan from her. He felt his cock twitch as his lips could feel the muscles of her throat as she swallowed the coffee. For the briefest moment, he considered guiding her off his lap to kneel before him, his cock deep in her throat to provide her with a different type of sustenance. Only the fact that they were already pushing it by taking time to share these first cups kept him from doing so.
"Logan?" Her questioning tone had him sit back until he could meet her gaze. "You do think sound-proofing is going to work at Haven, right?"
"Yes, I'm sure that Ryan is in full understanding of that requirement," he answered, forcing his mind from his cock. "I just decided that you were right. Even if I had them put in additional insulation, I just don't feel the same way about the loft. With both floors available for play that goes on late into the night, I would just feel more at home somewhere else, where it is just the two of us. That doesn't mean we won't return to Tastsinn to play, it just means that we don't have to walk through the club every time we go home. Besides, I rather enjoy knowing that my little sub will be aware that there are different locations where her Dom makes his demands." He grinned at the look of desire that flashed into her eyes, and the small shiver of her body against his. "I know it's probably not the best time right now, with everything that is on your plate, but we need to start looking for a place to live." When he saw her eyes drift around the room, he chuckled and shook his head.
"This apartment is too small, Schatzlein." He adored the soft look she gave him at the sound of the word. When she had finally asked what it meant, he had explained that it meant that he considered her his little treasure. Bending forward again, he kissed her forehead. "We can continue to stay here for the time being, but honey, there is barely enough room to move around, much less a place to set up as a playroom. We need to find somewhere that's larger."
"I know," she agreed, though her tone indicated her hesitancy.
"Would you really miss living here?"
She shook her head and smiled at him. "No, not particularly, and I agree—my apartment is too small, and your loft is too… too much in the middle of things. It's just that I'm always going to feel a bit sad leaving the place where we made love for the first time, and where I realized that Haven was to become both our dream."
Taking the mug from her hands, Logan placed it on the antique trunk that served as a coffee table. "We'll always have those memories, Liebchen," he promised. "No matter where we live, nothing will ever make me forget that night." He pulled her closer, his head bending until his lips met hers. The kiss deepened until her fingers were entwined with his, the simple connection one he had come to crave and need just as much as she.
Feeling her body pressing against his, her lips opening to accept his tongue's exploration, Logan threw aside his concern for the time being. Being their own boss had many responsibilities, but damned if it didn't have some pretty incredible perks as well. He stood, easily holding her in his arms, their mouths still fused as he walked down the hall and back into the bedroom. He felt her giggle against his kiss as they both seemed determined not to be the one to pull away.
Clothing wasn't removed, as that would require ending the game. Logan laid her down on the freshly made bed, her black hair spilling across the white duvet cover, her arms automatically reaching over her head, her hands moving to grip the rails of the headboard. Putting a hand on her thigh, he silently instructed her to spread her legs open. Her obedience was instant, as if anxious to invite him between them. Logan pushed her t-shirt to her neck, his hand moving to cup a rounded breast, stroking softly as his fingers began pinching lightly at nipples that were already taut and needy. Whimpering against his lips, she arched into his hand, her panties becoming soaked with her arousal. His hand dipped between them as he freed his erection from its confinement before his fingers brushed across the sodden gusset of her underwear.
Elizabeth gasped against the mouth that continued to claim her as she felt the bolt of lust shoot through her with Logan's touch. She whimpered softly as the fabric was simply pushed to one side to allow his fingers to slide between the slick lips of her sex, stroking the sensitive skin lightly as he laid her open to him. The pad of one finger slowly circled her clit, coaxing it from its hood to join in their game. Moaning deeper, she pushed her hips up, trying to recapture his touch with his hand's withdrawal.
"Ummm, please," she begged against his mouth, her knuckles turning white with their grip on the rails. She shuddered as she felt the head of his cock press against her splayed opening, her moan of need causing it to twitch as if teasing her, refusing her what she so desperately desired. Logan moved a hand to once again tug and twist a turgid nipple, drawing a delicious sound
from her as she continued to attempt to grind her pulsating clit against his cock.
His lips vibrated against hers as he murmured, "Shhh." He stilled his fingers, not moving a muscle until she settled beneath him, submitting to her Dom. It was his decision as to how the game was to be played, he alone set the rules.
Once she lay still beneath him, her hands relaxing their grip, he swept the tip of his tongue along the roof of her mouth as he plunged into her. With the first push into her silken heat, she surged up again, her moan muffled but audible, as the man she loved filled her completely. Her climax had been building from the moment he had begun kissing her in the armchair and at his hard, fast, deliciously wonderful thrusts, it didn't take long before she began to match his movements, her hips lifting, her pelvis rocking against his in their own unique rhythm.
"Cum," Logan managed to order, though his mouth never left hers. "Cum, now."
The words didn't need to be clear—the touch of his fingers flicking and pinching her nipples, his lips on her own, his tongue darting inside her mouth to lick and tease, and his hips flexing, his cock driving in and out of her, were enough to communicate his demand. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hips lifting to encourage him to go deeper, and her-half strangled moans and whimpers against his mouth had them both climbing towards the peak, their explosions in perfect unison as they came together with muffled cries of the other's name.
Elizabeth felt his weight on top of her, and knew it was one she would never tire of supporting. After a minute, she began to giggle, and heard Logan chuckle against her mouth. When his hand cupped her cheek, she saw his finger lift, pause, lift for the second time and she smiled against his lips. With the third flex of his finger, she pulled her head back as he lifted his—the contest ended, the result a draw. She shivered at the look in his eyes, the satiated look of a man who had taken what he wanted, and would never hesitate to do so again. She lifted a finger to her lips, pressing against them. Though they definitely felt tender and a bit swollen, she would gratefully accept the slight discomfort that would last throughout her day, for it reminded her that she had been a participant in a game played by a master.
