Designed for Submission (Devine Designs) (24 page)

''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.

''Give it to me,'' he whispered, his lips hovering above hers.  ''Give me your pleasure, all of it.'' He covered her mouth with his, his lips sealing tight as he thrust once more into her.  She arched, exploding and screamed for the first time in years, Logan accepting her sounds into his own mouth and absorbing each note with his soul.

He kept his mouth over hers until every sound had been accepted.  He knew this was not an end to her phobia.  Her fear was far too deep-seated to be magically cured.  He prayed it was the first step on the road to finding her way to freedom.  He finally released her mouth and her hands.  He pulled from her and then lifted her off the counter, her arms instantly going around his neck.  He kicked his clothing away and carried her down the hall.  He pushed open the door to the bathroom and once more sat her down on a counter.  She felt incredibly tired, her body both heated and chilled, as she watched him turn on the taps and put the stopper into the tub.  She smiled at seeing him test the temperature, twisting the knobs until he was satisfied.

''Are you okay by yourself for a minute?'' he asked turning to her.

She nodded slowly.  ''Ye … yes, Sir,'' she whispered.

''Don't move,'' he said. ''I'll be right back.''

She nodded, and when he left the room, she leaned her head back against the mirror.  She was incredibly sated, but realized that both her throat and her sex were a little sore.  She embraced the slight discomfort, knowing it had come from the best sex and the most erotic scene she'd ever had.  When she heard him return, she lifted her head to see he had the champagne and glasses in one hand, the container of strawberries in the other.

He saw her looking and chuckled.  ''Thought the cream might melt in the tub,'' he said, and she flushed beautifully.  He poured wine into the glasses and handed her one.  They sipped in silence as the tub filled.  Logan fed her strawberries one at a time, and when the juice ran down her chin, he leaned forward and licked it off.  When she had her fill, he dropped the last berry into his mouth and then kissed her.  She moaned, tasting the fruit with him and fell in love with strawberries all over again.

Logan gathered soap and a sponge, laying them on the edge of the tub.  She watched as he moved about the small bathroom as if were his.  He brought a bottle of shampoo and three thick towels to the tub; satisfied at the level of the water, he returned to her and once more picked her up.  She found she truly adored the feeling of being in his arms.  He set her onto her feet in the tub and then surprised her by stepping in behind her.  Logan sat down in the hot water, hissing a bit but quickly adjusting to its heat.  He reached up and guided Elizabeth down to sit between his legs.  She didn't hiss, she moaned deeply as the water rose to lap at the top of her breasts.  She laid her head back against him, her eyes drifting closed.  Logan smiled, and seeing her grip loosen on her glass, he took it from her and set it on the floor by the tub.  He settled back as best he could in the small tub and wrapped his arms around her.

They were silent for a long time.  There was no need for conversation; they simply enjoyed being together, one holding and offering protection, the other being held and accepting the security of his arms.  After a time, Logan reached for the plastic cup he had grabbed from the sink and began to pour warm water over her head, one cupful at a time.  Elizabeth sighed in deep pleasure when he began to lather her hair and gently wash it.

''God, you've got incredible hair.  It is beautiful,'' he said, as he worked the suds into its strands.  ''Please, don't ever cut it; that would be a crime against all mankind.''

Elizabeth giggled.  ''What is it about men and long hair?'' she asked, allowing him to move her a bit forward, so he could gather every strand and work it with the lather.

Logan grinned, remembering how sexy she had looked as he released the clasp from her hair.  When it flowed over her, his cock had jumped, the picture she made, beautiful.

''Did you enjoy it when I had my hands in your hair, pulling your head back?'' he asked, instead of answering her question.  She moaned softly, remembering the delicious feel of his dominance as he fisted her hair.

''Yes,'' she said, the one word barely audible.

''There's your answer,'' he said.  ''I don't know about all men, but Schatzlein, seeing your sweet nipples peeking through your hair, seeing it flow down your back to brush against the most gorgeous ass I've ever seen, and being able to use your hair to guide you down on my cock—well, that is the most incredible feeling for this man.''

Elizabeth swallowed hard, his words bringing those exact actions back into her mind.  ''Hmmm,'' she purred, as he began to pour water over her head again to rinse her hair.  ''I like that answer, Sir.''

Hearing her address him as Sir, naked in the tub, sitting between his legs, caused his cock to pulse as it pressed against her slick back.  He kept her against him with one arm while reaching forward to pull the plug to release the water.  He replaced the stopper and once more turned on the taps to replace the soapy water from her shampooing with clear water.  He rinsed her hair more thoroughly, draining and refilling the tub once more.  He knew it would have gone far faster if he had simply stood and put her under the shower.  However, he wanted her exactly where she was: sitting between his legs, and there was no reason to hurry their bath.