by Anthology
Lily let out a scream but it wasn’t one completely of pain. Her legs were trembling and sweat was beading along her spine. I knew it was time.
I retook my position between her legs, dropped my jeans, and rolled on a condom. The lube was still in reach from before and I gave my cock a good coating before removing the butt plug and pressing the head of my cock against her tight ass. “Are you ready?”
Lily clenched her hands into fists and nodded.
Pushing forward, I seated myself inside her and began to move. Once I was all the way in, I dug my fingers into her hips and began thrusting into her. The sight of her red ass only made me want to drive into her harder… to show her in every way possible that she was mine.
Pressure built in my balls as Lily’s muscles pulsed and clenched around my cock. I wasn’t going to last much longer.
I snaked one hand around her waist and placed one finger on either side of her clit. As I began a circular motion with my hand, I continued my assault on her ass. Lily began mumbling something too low for me to hear. I knew she was close.
“Let go for me, Lily. Come all over my fingers. I want to feel you milk my cock.” To accentuate my point, I redoubled my efforts on her clit.
Lily’s breath caught in her throat and her entire body began to shake. I was so close, but I wanted her to get there first.
Almost as soon as the thought crossed my mind, Lily’s mouth opened wide—the wispy fabric of the panties spilling from her lips—as her release took hold. I rode her through it, closed my eyes, and let go. The feel of her muscles flexing around my cock drew out my pleasure as I emptied myself into her ass.
I bent over her, resting my head on her back as I caught my breath and blood rushed back to the other areas of my body. Glancing up I could see the panties had completely fallen out of her mouth and she was lying there with a cheesy smile on her face. I laughed and pulled out of her.
It took me a minute or two to remove the condom and clean us both up. Anal sex was a little messy, but totally worth it. Lucky for me Lily agreed.
After removing the rope from her wrists, I helped her under the covers then crawled in beside her. She cuddled up against me and rested her head on my chest.
“How are you feeling?”
She hummed. “Like someone came and stole my bones.”
I chuckled. “Are you sore at all?”
“Nothing I can’t handle. That was amazing. Thank you.”
Kissing the top of her head, I held her closer. We’d come so far in a year.
“Get some sleep. I have lots of plans for us tomorrow.”
“I can’t wait, Sir.” Her words were slurred, almost as if she was drunk. Playing always exhausted her.
I lay there for a while running my fingers through her hair and down her back. She was absolutely perfect and she was mine. How did I ever get to be so lucky?
Lily
It took me a minute to remember where I was. I’d been sleeping so soundly that waking up had been a bit of a shock. The sun streamed in from the wrong direction and the mattress beneath me didn’t feel quite right. That was when I recalled that Logan and I were in a cabin. Alone.
Rolling over, my gaze landed on his still sleeping form. His hair was a little longer than he normally wore it, but he’d been so busy the last month trying to get everything done so we could have this weekend together that he hadn’t had time to get it cut. I didn’t mind. It gave me something to hold on to when I ran my fingers through his hair.
His chest rose and fell with his breathing and I followed the light sprinkling of hair down his chest to where it disappeared beneath the blankets. Last night had been… well, there really weren’t words. Logan and I were pretty great in bed even without the kink, but as he’d gained confidence as my Dom, it brought things to a whole other level. I now understood why the French called an orgasm ‘the little death.’ Every time we were together, he demanded a piece of me in return and I willingly gave it to him.
Thinking about last night had me craving him again. Today was our actual anniversary. One year ago today, we decided to give this relationship a go, kink and all. I don’t know what I would have done if he’d decided he couldn’t do it.
My gaze once again headed south. That night, I’d knelt down in front of him and given him a blowjob. I’d encouraged him to pull my hair and thrust his hips. He’d been so hesitant… afraid he’d hurt me. Once he’d realized doing both turned me on, he’d let go completely and come down my throat so hard he ended up kneeling on the ground in front of me.
A wicked smile crossed my face as I considered my options. I could wait until he woke up and ask permission or I could take the initiative and do it anyway.
Sliding beneath the sheets as gently as I could, I positioned myself between his legs. He stirred a little, but then his breath evened back out. I waited a few minutes until I was sure he was asleep before moving again.
His cock lay hard and tempting in front of my face. I eased myself forward until I was able to suck the head into my mouth. The salty taste filled my mouth as I took more inside. Doing this to him had me itching to reach between my legs and get myself off at the same time. I didn’t dare, though. He’d punish me for sure and I didn’t want our first full weekend together to be tainted.
Pre-cum leaked from the head. I licked it up and went right back to running my tongue up along his shaft while sucking him.
His breathing began to change, and then I felt his large hand on the top of my head. He pushed me down as he lifted his hips. I gagged a little and he backed off for a moment to let me get my breath.
That was about the only reprieve I got, however. He pushed the blanket out of the way, grabbed hold of my hair with both his hands, and began fucking my face. I relaxed my throat as best I could and concentrated on making him feel good.
Once he’d emptied himself down my throat, he released his hold on my hair. I sat back on my calves and stared up at him. He met my gaze before he sat up and threw his legs over the side of the mattress.
Logan sat there for a long moment then, out of nowhere, he reached between my legs and ran his fingers through my pussy. I knew what he’d find. I was wet and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips.
He smirked, removed his hand, and reached for his jeans from last night. “Clean up the toys we used then meet me downstairs. We’ll eat then shower.”
I was a bit disappointed that I wasn’t going to be allowed a release.
Logan pulled his jeans up his long legs and over his very adorable ass. He zipped them up and fastened the button before bending over to kiss me. It was a thorough kiss full of tongue. I knew he’d be able to taste himself, but Logan wasn’t one to care about that. In fact, he seemed to find it as much of a turn-on as I did tasting myself on him.
When he released me, he gave my hair a little tug, which did nothing to help cool my libido. By the look on his face, Logan knew what he was doing.
He left me sitting on the bed as he headed down the stairs. I heard pots being moved around and knew I needed to get moving.
It took me about fifteen minutes to clean and put everything away from last night. The butt plug and clamps were easy, as was the rope since it would need to be put into the washer once we got home. It was the flogger that took the longest. I knew I’d probably have to clean it again once we got home, but I did my best to clean the falls before putting it back into Logan’s bag. I was careful not to look inside. That would have gotten me into trouble.
Not bothering to put anything on since he hadn’t told me to, I made my way downstairs. Logan was putting a large omelet onto a plate.
I was halfway down the stairs when he noticed me. “There’s some orange juice in the fridge. Bring it to the table and we can start eating.”
He only had one plate as he moved toward the table, which made me wonder what he had planned. I got the orange juice and brought it to the table.
Logan took a seat and patted his leg, indicating he wanted me
to sit on his lap. I turned and lowered myself. He rested one hand on my leg, his fingers precariously close to my naked sex.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
“No, Sir.” Actually there was. I wanted to come. Bad. But I wasn’t going to tell him that. Knowing him, it would only make him tease me more.
“Good. Let’s eat. I’m starved.”
With only one plate, fork, and glass, we shared everything. Sometimes I fed him and sometimes he fed me. It was rather intimate in a very nonsexual way.
“I thought we could go into town and do a little shopping today. How does that sound?” he asked.
He knew how much I loved shopping. “I’d love that. Maybe I can find a new outfit. Or a handbag. I’ve been needing something to go with that blue dress.”
Logan grinned but didn’t say anything. He didn’t enjoy shopping all that much, but he liked to humor me.
I gave him a chaste kiss and whispered, “Thank you.”
He cupped my face and rubbed his thumb along my cheek. “Don’t worry. You’ll have plenty of opportunities to thank me before the day is over.”
A shiver of excitement ran through me. Logan never made promises he couldn’t keep.
We finished eating and I cleaned up while he went into the bathroom. It didn’t take me long to wash and put everything away in the kitchen. He’d only used one skillet and a bowl to mix the ingredients.
Logan was brushing his teeth when I walked into the bathroom. We’d lived together for almost six months, so we were used to sharing space. Teeth brushing I could handle. Going to the bathroom in front of him was a different matter altogether.
He rinsed his mouth out and turned off the water. “I’m going to run upstairs and get my razor. Do what you need to do and be waiting for me when I get back.”
I breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn’t going to make me go to the bathroom in front of him and hurried to do my business before he returned.
Following his instructions, I was standing there waiting for him when he walked back into the bathroom holding his shaving bag. He set it next to the sink and reached for my hand.
I let him guide me to stand in front of the counter next to the sink. Then he took hold of my waist and lifted me to sit on the cold surface. The new position placed the top of my head at his eye level.
Logan picked up his shaving bag and handed it to me. “Have you ever shaved a guy’s face before?”
“No.”
“Guess you’re going to learn.”
I opened the bag and looked at the razor and shaving cream then at Logan’s face. How hard could it be, right? I’d used a razor before on myself. Granted, it had been a long time, but I was sure it was like riding a bike. It would all come back to me. I hoped.
All things considered, I didn’t do too bad. I only nicked him twice and both times it was because he’d distracted me. How was I supposed to concentrate when he had his hands so close to the good stuff?
“Not bad,” he said, admiring my handiwork.
“Sorry I cut you.”
He grinned. “I’m sure I can find a way for you to make it up to me.”
And with that he picked me up and carried me into the shower. It was another two hours before we left the cabin.
Chapter 5
Logan
One of the best things about this weekend was that there wasn’t anywhere either of us had to be. We could come and go as we pleased. It didn’t matter if we left the cabin over an hour later than I’d anticipated.
I had her wear panties under her skirt today. She’d be trying on clothes and possibly sitting in some unsanitary places. It was an unknown that I wasn’t willing to leave to chance.
The drive into the little town of Grand Marais only took ten minutes. I could see the excitement in Lily’s eyes as we pulled up in front of one of the small boutiques in the center of town.
After helping her out of the vehicle, we made our way inside. The store reminded me of a wide hallway. It wasn’t wider than a two-car garage, but it was long. The racks of clothes seemed to go on and on. This, of course, made Lily extremely happy.
An older woman walked up to us and smiled. “Good morning. Is there anything I can help you find?”
Lily hadn’t taken her gaze away from the clothes, which made me chuckle. “Lily?”
She blinked as if coming out of a daze. “Sorry.” Then she addressed the woman. “Do you have any cocktail dresses?”
“New or vintage?”
“Vintage.” As much as Lily loved modern fashions, she also enjoyed mixing things up with classic older pieces. Her closet was a mix of old and new, which fit her personality perfectly.
The woman nodded toward the back and headed in that direction, making it clear that she wanted Lily to follow her.
Lily looked over to me for permission. I took her hand in mine and we strolled down the narrow aisle. We came to a stop in the back corner near a small room I assumed was for trying on the clothes.
“All our vintage clothing is back here. And if you find anything you’d like to try on, you can use the room in there.” She pointed to the small room I’d noticed.
“Thank you.”
The woman nodded. “I’ll leave you to look around. If you need anything, I’ll be up front.”
Lily searched through several rows of clothing before she found an item, squealed, and pulled out a black and white dress.
“Find something?” I asked with a hint of amusement.
“Yes.” She held it up against her so I could get a good look at it. “What do you think?”
“It’s pretty.” And it was. The top was solid black while the skirt was white with black embellishments. “Why don’t you try it on?”
Lily sashayed over to the fitting room and stepped inside. She closed the door and I could hear her removing her clothing. I pictured her standing there in nothing but the navy blue bra and panties I saw her put on less than an hour ago. Just thinking about it had my cock twitching against the fabric of my jeans.
Before long, the door opened and Lily stepped out in the dress. I had to admit it looked great on her. There was just the right mix of innocent and flirty.
I motioned for her to twirl around and was pleased to see the back was a crisscross pattern, exposing a good amount of her skin. She wouldn’t be able to wear a bra with it.
“What do you think?” she asked.
“I like it.”
She turned to look at her back in the full-length mirror. “I won’t be able to wear a bra. Even my corset bra would show in this one since it’s open almost down to the waist.”
“I don’t see this as a problem.” The wicked grin I shot her told her everything she needed to know regarding the direction of my thoughts.
Lily snorted. “I’m sure you don’t.”
Grabbing her hand, I yanked her against me. I’d been keeping an eye on the saleswoman and lucky for us she wasn’t one who hovered. “Go back in the fitting room and take the dress off. Hang it back up and hand it to me through the door, but don’t put your clothes back on yet.”
She glanced toward the front of the store.
I took hold of her chin and forced her gaze back on me. “Problem?”
Lily shook her head.
“Good.” I gave her a hard kiss and released her.
It didn’t take her long to strip out of the dress, place it back on the hanger, and hand it to me. In exchange, I passed her what looked from the outside to be a stick of lipstick. When you removed the lid and twisted the bottom the whole thing began to vibrate.
Lily took what I gave her and shut the door again. It was nearly a minute later before I heard the soft humming coming through the door.
I turned my head to the side, keeping my voice low enough that only she could hear me. “Don’t stop until you make yourself come no matter what you hear out here. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
There was some movement inside and I imagined her plac
ing one foot up on the bench and bracing herself against the wall.
I waited for a couple of minutes then motioned for the saleswoman. She smiled, edged out from behind the desk, and made her way in my direction.
“My girlfriend loves the dress and I was wondering if maybe you had some jewelry that would match?” I made sure we were close enough for Lily to hear our conversation but far enough away that the saleswoman wouldn’t be able to hear what my girl was up to.
“I’m sure we do. Let me see what I can find. Do you mind if I take the dress with me?”
“Sure.” I handed her the dress and waited until she was back near the front before returning to the fitting room door. If I listened closely I could hear Lily’s labored breathing. “You’ve got maybe two or three minutes before the saleswoman returns and discovers what you’re up to in there. You’d better hurry.” I paused. “Unless, of course, you want her to know what a dirty girl you are.”
That was all it took. I heard her breath catch and a high-pitched sound escape her lips.
Almost on cue, the saleswoman turned on her heel and began striding toward me.
“Get dressed,” I said to Lily.
“I think this will pair beautifully with the dress. It’s classic and understated.” In one hand, she held the dress. In the other, there was a pair of pearl earrings, a simple pearl necklace, and even a matching bracelet.
I walked over to her and admired her choices. It was more to keep her away from the dressing room than anything else, but I had to admit she was right. The dress was classic and so was the jewelry.
The door to the fitting room opened and a flushed Lily walked out.
“What do you think?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know she’d just gotten herself off in a public place.
“Are they real freshwater pearls?”
The woman nodded. “A lady brought them in a few weeks back. They were her mother’s.”
Lily picked up the necklace and scraped the pearls against her teeth. Then she studied them closely. “They’re pretty.”
“We’ll take them,” I said to the woman. “And if you have a scarf to match, we’ll take that, too.”