Love Me BDSM (ButDon'tSmotherMe)

Chapter Three

His finger moved in and out of her quickly, curving occasionally to hit other places deep with in her. Her body grinding over the bed, unable to keep still under his pleasuring influence, she could feel herself edging closer and closer to a powerful orgasm. He felt her tightening around his fingers and stopped moving. Looking into her deep needy eyes he smiled, "I want to hear your voice." With that Logan undid the gag from her mouth. She moved her jaw a bit, closing her mouth and opening it again. A soft whine escaped her lips as he twitched his fingers inside her slightly. "Aw, now whatever are you whining about pet?" he questioned her, a knowing smirk on his lips.

"You know what." she growled at him. 

He pulled out his fingers and pushed them back in harshly, so it hardly felt good. She yelped. "I don't like that tone Victory. Let's not make me upset because I'm not required to finish you tonight. In fact we can stop right now." he threatened, but his deep voice held a tone of sexual dominance. She knew he had no true intent of stopping now, but rather than test it she lowered her eyes. 

"Yes master." she replied meekly.

He leaned down, kissing her temple sweetly. "Flip over for me love, on your hand and knees." he commanded. 

She smiled, it had always been her fantasy to have anything and everything done to her in this position. He knew that. She had pleasured herself plenty of nights with her own fingers and small novice toys with her ass high in the air and her face pressed against her pillows, muffling her moans. She quickly obeyed, flipping over into an exquisite form. He sighed to himself, admiring the way her breasts hung from her and her tight ass was on display. He caressed the curves of her hips as he took his place behind her. Her breath quickened as a new element joined into the sexy scene: uncertainty. She could tell no more what he'd do to her than if she was wearing a sight stealing blindfold. Her body shook with excitement and she felt his hot breath growing closer to her behind. He lightly kissed her cheek and sent visible shivers up her spine, which arched for him. While she was still distracted with that sensation he slipped a finger into her. She moaned, pressing into him as her wetness dripped down his hand. "You are so wet." he told her, pumping his finger in and out. 

"Please..." she whimpered as she rocked with his small thrusts.

"What little slave, tell me. Please what?" he taunted her, adding another finger as he quickened his pace.

"Please... m-more" she stuttered out loudly, moans and shakes consuming her body as her pussy clenched around his fingers hungrily.

"Good girl." he told her, using his other hand to play with her swollen clit. 

She cried out, "Fuck! Master..." he knew what she was trying to tell him, her words and thoughts disconnected from pleasure.

"You need permission." her reminded her as he quickened his pace, pushing his fingers further into her with each thrust. Her hips pushed against him, following his lead.

"Please I want to cum! Can I cum?" she cried, her voice breaking as another moan slipped from her throat.

"Hmmm..." he said, agonizing her with his teasing behavior. "Okay, cum for me baby, but say my name and I better get a thank you." 

She didn't wait for him to finish his sentence before allowing her walls to convulse around his fingers. Her arms gave out and she pressed her cheek against the bed so he could hear her call out his name, "Oh Logan... Thank you... Fuck thank you..." she moaned as he slowed down and her orgasm finished.

He chuckled, "You're welcome Victory." He placed a hand on her stomach, flipping her over gently, a sheen of sweat glistened over her body. Her breathing was still shaky when he asked, "Have you ever sucked a guy off."

She shook her head no, "I was too afraid." she admitted quietly. 

He gently caressed her face, pushing her hair back."Go ahead and cool down, there are waters in the little fridge over there. Help yourself. I'll be back in ten minutes, I want you in that submissive position when I return, we are going to work on that fear. Okay?" she nodded, her eyes cast away from him, a certain unwillingness lingered but he didn't push her further as he stood and let the room.

A moment after he was gone she stood. She already felt sore and she knew the night was far from over. She signed, walking over to the fridge and taking out a water. She drank half and used the other half to cool off, sponge bathing herself lightly with her hand. Then she examined the pictures along his dresser. There were multiple family photos, some obviously from when he was a teenager. She glanced at the clock and quickly kneeled as she had earlier, her legs apart, head up, eyes down. He walked in just after, almost on cue. 

"Master, may I ask you something?" she asked respectfully, keeping her eyes trained on his bare feet and jeans. 

"Yes?" he replied curiously.

"Will I meet your family?" 

There was silence and then, "Look at me Victoria." She lifted her chin, her eyes meeting soft and tender ones. "Yes, you will meet my family, and my friends. You aren't just a toy. My intent is to love you. Not use you. I want us to grow closer and to make a life, maybe get married one day... But after we are better acquainted." she smiled. 

"So are we dating then?" she asked softly.

"Not yet baby, you'll know when we are. I promise it will be soon. But I want it to mean more than sex, to be dating." he told her.

Fireworks set off in her heart as she fell further for him. When she had agreed to meeting him, talking to him, sexting him, she didn't know what to expect. But her was giving her what she wanted. A close loving and sexual relationship, no drama attached. 

She smiled, "So, now we fix your little problem?" 

He grinned, happy to see her more comfortable with the subject, "Yes. Undress me pet." he commanded. 

She nodded, getting higher on her knees as she unbuckled his belt.