Breathe

The Two Month Mark: Part 7

Sorry folks, more smut. This chapter isn't essential to the story so you can just skip it. 

Logan and Safiya had been dating for two months now, and they spent most of their free time with each other, spending practically every weekend sleeping at each other's place. Currently, they were in his room on base.

She had gotten out of the shower 15 minutes ago and lay on the bed, her legs spread.

"Logan..." Safiya called him with a begging voice. Logan was on his phone and looked up to see her sulking slightly.

"What's wrong?" He frowned.

"Why isn't your face between my legs?" she pouted.

He smirked at her. "Why aren't you naked and on your knees?"

Safiya smiled seductively. "We'll, I'm already halfway there..." she got up off the bed and crawled over to him, kneeling at the base of his chair.

"Good girl," he growled, grabbing her pigtails.

She pulled down, freeing him from his pants. Safiya took him in her mouth and he gave a little moan. He forced himself down her throat, hardening as she gagged around him.

After a few minutes he pulled away, telling her to grab her favourite toy and put her collar on.

The second request, she complied with. He raised a questioning eyebrow.

"But I don't want a toy! I just want you... Please?"

"Toy. Now."

She pouted, looking up at him with big eyes.

"That's a cute pout. Now do what I told you." He said firmly.

She picked up the toy, handing it to him, her bottom lip sticking out.

He pulled her up, picking up some rope and proceeded to wrap it around her. They both loved Shabari, the intricate knots and patterns on her skin making her even more desirable. Her arms were tied behind her back, the harness covering her back, chest and stomach. Logan pushed her onto the bed, tying the toy to the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, making her squirm. He knelt back, smirking at her while she tried to push the toy off.

"Stay still." His voice was husky with lust.

"Make me," she challenged. His eyes hardened as he picked up his bed restraints, anchoring her to the mattress. Logan looked at her smugly until she giggled at him.

"Quiet." He frowned.

"Or what?" She giggled again.

"Or I'll gag you."

"No, you won't," it was her turn to give him a smug grin.

"Shut. Up." His voice was laced with anger.

"No." she said defiantly.

He grabbed her ball gag, fastening it around her head forcefully. Safiya thrashed, trying to talk, unsuccessfully, around her gag.

"Much better," he said with a satisfied grin.

She glared at him, muttering something that kind of sounded like 'fuck you'.

"Fuck you? Well, okay then!" His grin got bigger and she shook her head furiously.

His pants sat around his ankles, his military shirt still on. Logan undid the bed restraints, pulling her down to the edge of the bed, holding her down with one hand as he spread her legs. Safiya shook her head furiously and he frowned.

"Check," he whispered. "nod for green, shake for red, nothing for orange."

She nodded, using their traffic light system to tell him that yes, she wanted him.

Logan pushed himself into her with a not-so-gentle thrust.

"I fucking own you." He snarled and her eyes rolled back into her head.

She came pretty much instantly, with the combination of possession, him fucking her and the vibrator on her clit. He growled as he felt her orgasming around him, without permission. He calmed down slightly as he realised with her hands bound and gag in her mouth she couldn't really ask. He removed the toy and the gag, flipping her over, pushing Safiya's face into the pillow as he entered her again. She moaned and Logan moved faster. Her back arched in just the right way, and his balls swung around, hitting her pulsating clit with every thrust.

He pounded into her, moaning at her tightness. "Oh fuck," he groaned. "You're so fucking tight. I'm going to cum!"

"Cum for me, Sir. Cum for your little fucking slut," she managed to push out in between her moans. Logan groaned again as he came.