Designed for Submission (Devine Designs) (23 page)

''Turn around slowly,'' he said.  Elizabeth was glad her eyes were lowered, so he would not see the blush on her face.  Her cheeks had grown steadily pinker as she felt his eyes on her body.  She knew without a doubt that he was aware of the stickiness of her thighs.  Though she knew it was seen as a compliment to a Dom, proving her desire for his attention, she still felt embarrassed at its presence.

''Turn around,'' Logan said again, his tone alerting her that he didn't appreciate repeating his order.  She flushed hotter, knowing he was going to see her bottom.  She knew he had seen it when he bared her to spank her in the limo, however, standing nude before him, having him see her in all her glory, was totally different than being over his lap.  She turned slowly, her arms remaining in position.  Once turned, she swore she could feel his eyes on her body, raking down her back to look at her ass.  She almost moved when she sensed him move forward but her training held her in place.

''I've wanted to do this all night,'' he said softly.  She held still, expecting his hands to cup her bottom again or perhaps wrap around to cup her breasts.  Instead, she felt the wooden pin being pulled from the clasp holding her hair.  Her hair flowed like a waterfall around her body.  She felt it slide down her back as well as slip over her shoulders to cover her breasts.  She had never been so aware of the sensation of her hair touching her skin before; it felt almost like a caress.

Logan stepped in front of her and reached to rearrange the necklace.  He pulled the beads to hang down her front, lying between her breasts.

''Ebony and ivory,'' he whispered, and she could see what he meant as the iridescent white of the pearls contrasted sharply with the ink black of her hair.  She shivered, her nipples tightening even more.  Logan smiled seeing the dark pink nipples peeking out between strands of her hair.  ''Or, perhaps, Neapolitan ice cream,'' he said, running his fingers down a strand of her hair, ''Chocolate.'' Her body began to tremble as he slowly ran his finger across the pearls, ''Vanilla.'' ''Strawberry,'' he murmured, and Elizabeth felt she would certainly collapse as his head bent, the tip of his tongue appearing to gently swipe across the surface of one nipple.  She moaned deeply, her nipple seeming to swell further, begging to be taken fully into his mouth.  Logan smiled and put his finger under her chin to lift her eyes to his.  Hers were shining, the pupils dilated, floating in the deepest emerald green he had ever seen.  ''Delicious,'' he whispered, as he kissed her gently.  She moaned again, desperately wanting to wrap her arms around his neck.  Logan stepped back, as if aware of how close she was to breaking position.

Logan slowly moved her hair until it all hung down her back.  He then wrapped it around his hand and pulled her head back until she was struggling to maintain her pose.  His mouth descended onto hers, and she whimpered deep in her throat as he took possession of her.  It wasn't the soft, teasing kiss of a moment ago.  This kiss demanded she open her lips to allow him entry.  His tongue pushed inside to explore her mouth completely, to touch and tangle with her own.  She felt her arousal flood into her sex and felt more wetness slip from her.  When he released her mouth, she was trembling all over, praying her legs would support her.  She immediately lowered her eyes, struggling to regain her senses, though every single one of them was screaming for her to throw herself down and beg for him to take her, to fuck her until she screamed.

She realized that was the first time she had actually thought of truly screaming, the wonder of it taking her mind away for a moment.  When Logan moved, she returned.  From beneath her lowered eyes, she watched as he slipped off his tux jacket and dropped it onto her pile of clothes.

He knew she was shaken, trying to maintain her position.  He knew she was aching with the desire to find the release that had been denied her in the car.  He also knew he would stick to his plan no matter what she thought she needed.  Logan reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the red bracelets from the club.  Elizabeth obediently gave him her hands when ordered.  He pressed the bracelet into her palm before guiding them once more behind her back.

He slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants.  He knew she was watching from lowered eyes as he slowly dragged the zipper down.  ''On your knees,'' he ordered, and she gracefully lowered herself, her arms still held behind her.

He reached down and again fisted her hair, lifting her face to him.  ''You will suck me until I fill your throat,'' he said, his voice husky, but firm.  She hadn't been asked a question, so she knew she wasn't to speak.  She nodded, her eyes showing her desire to please him.  Logan used his free hand to remove his cock from his pants.  Keeping her head back, he moved a bit closer.  He reached between her breasts and lifted the strand of pearls.  She barely breathed, his eyes locked on hers, as he did something she could not yet see.  He released her hair and she lowered her head.

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 to 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.