Breathe

The Claiming: Part 6

Again, more smut. Read the last few paragraphs for an essential overview of what happens. 

She came back into her room just as he finished. He pushed play on Netflix and pulled her back between his legs.

"So?" she questioned.

"So," he repeated, "I have no issues. If this is what you want, I'm happy to help. To be honest, I'm into a lot of similar stuff."

"Really?" surprise laced her voice.

"Really. Now come gimme a kiss."

She laughed and gave him a peck.

"Noooo... a proper kiss," he pouted.

She squirmed out of grip giggling, "at least let me get dressed first."

"No, now." He said, voice firm.

She glanced at him, curiosity disappearing from her face as the realisation hit. "Are you... trying to Dom me...?"

He smirked, "maybe... Now come here."

She giggled again. "No."

"No?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No," she repeated, picking up her pants.

Logan leapt up, grabbing her, ripping off her towel and pulling her over his knee.

She squealed, and he asked, "ready to give me a kiss?"

A giggle was her only reply. There was a smack, followed by a sting on her ass.

"Ow!" she yelped. His bare hand hit the skin on her ass again.

Three spankings later, he stood her up, pulling her back in between his legs.

"Okay, you know why I had to do that right?" he asked.

"Because I said no to you?" she giggled.

"Yes. Now, be a good girl and give me a kiss."

She kissed him and he felt her smiling before she pulled his lip in between her teeth.

She bit down briefly before pulling away with another little giggle. Logan frowned at her as massaged his lip.

"I'm sorry, did that hurt?" She giggled for the third time. She straddled him, kissing him passionately. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against his chest. A little moan escaped her and he stood up, spinning around, lying her on her back. He ground against her, biting her lip, ear and neck. She walked the hem of his shirt up his body, stopping just under his arms, letting him reach behind his head, tossing the shirt on the floor. She felt his nails digging into her waist, his teeth digging into her neck. A hand came up, gripping her breast, running a thumb over her nipple. Both of her hands found their places on his back, running up the grove on his spine, feeling the hardened muscles. She arched into him as he bit down, breaking the skin ever-so-slightly.

"Be mine," he breathed as he let go.

"I... I want to say yes, I just..."

"Then say yes," he whispered onto her lips, "say yes and be mine."

"Yes." She said, running her hands through his hair, eyes glazed with passion. "Yes," she repeated. "I want to be yours."

He kissed her fiercely and she melted into him. Logan leaned over, grabbed protection, hastily removed the rest of his clothing, and buried himself inside her. He moved, gaining speed as she dug her nails into his shoulders. He kissed her messily before leaning down and biting her neck, sucking it until a deep red mark appeared.

By the time they finished, Safiya was covered in scratch marks, bruises, hickeys and red handprints.

They lay next to each other, panting, trying to gather their thoughts. When she finally stopped shaking, she picked up the first piece of clothing she found, shrugging it on before heading to the bathroom. He gave a satisfied smirk when he noticed it was HIS hoodie she had put on. He was sitting on the edge of the bed on his phone when she came back. He glanced up at her and smiled. She shuffled over to him, hands in the sleeves of the hoodie, one sleeve covering her mouth. She reached him and he put his phone down, lifting his arms up to her. She straddled him again, wrapping her arms tightly around him. His arms encircled her, fighting to stay upright as she leaned into him. She pushed harder and, realising what she was doing, he stopped fighting it. A muffled giggle was audible as he lay back. She snuggled down into him and he tightened his arms, loving how close they were. He checked his watch with a groan and patted her back. She didn't move.

"Come on, I think I should probably go now," he said gently. She shook her head and he wrapped his arms around her again. He squeezed a gasp out of her and managed to push himself into a sitting position. She hadn't let go. He chuckled, "it's getting late."

She pulled back just enough to be able to whisper in his ear, "I'm YOURS," punctuating her point with a nip to his ear. He growled, flipping her over, and it was her turn to smirk.

"Yes," he breathed. You are mine."

"I'm yours." She echoed.

"Mine. Mine. Fucking MINE."

"Yes," she cooed. "All yours. I belong to you, now. Nobody else. Just you."

He snarled and kissed her.

"See this mark?" he pointed to the deep red colouring on her neck. "This is to show the world that you are mine. Mine and ONLY mine. You are not to cover it with clothing. You are not to cover it with make-up. I wrote it on your neck, and you will not erase it. Understand?" His eyes flashed and she nodded, wincing at the hand that encircled her throat. "Verbal answers."

"Yes, Sir. I will not erase, cover or hide the mark that you have left claiming me as yours."

The jealousy that he felt at the thought of anybody laying a hand on what was now his started to fade. She lay, perfectly still, his body hovering over hers, one hand on her throat, watching the primal need of ownership settling down. Logan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, removing his hand.

"Good girl. I'm sorry," he apologised.

She kissed him fiercely before pulling away, stroking his face as she whispered, "There is no need to be sorry. I loved every second of that."

He chuckled softly. "Good," he paused, kissing her again before carrying on, "I should get going."

"What?! I just told you that I'm yours and now you want to leave?!" She protested.

"Trust me, I don't WANT to leave," he groaned.

"So don't," she said softly, placing kissing along his jaw and down his neck.

"I want to say yes... I want to stay... But, I'll have to get up super early and I know you hate mornings. So I have to go," he said decidedly, moving to pull away. Her legs wrapped around him and her arms looped behind his neck, keeping him where he was.

"I'll get up early for you," she breathed. "I'll get up at whatever time you want. Just stay."

His resolve started to dissolve. It disappeared completely when she whispered "I belong to you. You've marked me, now collar me. Show the world you own me. Show the world I'm yours. Delete all my dating apps. Update all my profiles. Show me how much you want me to be yours and yours alone."

He sunk into her, kissing her lazily. "Okay," came the response onto her lips. "I'll stay. Hand me your phone."

The next 15 minutes were spent doing just that. Deleting bumble and tinder off both their phones. Updating Facebook, Instagram, posting something on snapchat and updating her FetLife profile to include a monogamous relationship and that she was now 'owned'.

The possessive streak in Logan began to calm down. He pulled her close, and she gave a contented sigh. She was his babygirl now, and she felt so safe in his arms.