An Invitation: Alayna's Training

by Jennifer Cole

  Alayna uttered a protest as he lifted off her.

  “We're not done,” he said. “In fact, I don't see you ever seeing the light of day again, lady.”

  A soft giggle escaped her lips as he reached to unfasten the restraints binding her ankles to the bench. This was the man she'd dreamed of being with. Dominant, confident, assured of himself. All that mattered to her was that she was his.

  “You see, my precious Alayna,” he continued and walked around to where her arms where bound above her head. “You must be taught a lesson for taunting me with your sexy curves for all these months.”

  “Taunting you? Taught a lesson?” she quipped as he unbuckled her wrists. She winced when she attempted to bring her arms back to her sides.

  “Just a minute.” Logan stopped her by taking her hands in his. “Your muscles are tense from being in that position for so long. Let me massage your arms to get the circulation going again.”

  As he rubbed her shoulders, arms, hands, and legs, he studied her face. Alayna studied his body. When her eyes settled on the engorged organ between his legs, it bobbed as if begging for her attention.

  “May I touch you?” she asked, reaching for him.

  He grabbed her wrist. “Not right now. I've gained some semblance of control. Don't rob me of it just yet.”

  “Logan,” she simpered, batting her long, dark lashes at him.

  “Roll over.” He shoved his jeans to the floor and kicked them aside. “Hold onto the handles above your head. Place your feet on the rails on either side of the bench. And hang that sweet ass of yours over the edge. You've already exercised your free pass. From here on out, there is no coming until I say you can.”

  Her pulse racing, she did as he asked. She'd barely had time to grip the handles when he slipped inside her again.

  “Oh God,” she croaked and wrestled beneath him for purchase.

  Logan's need matched hers, and he took her with such force that she struggled to stay centered on the bench. His large hands settled on her buttocks and spread them open. When the wet tip of his finger brushed over the tight pucker of her anus, she tensed.

  “Have you ever taken it in your sweet ass, baby?” he asked.

  “N-no,” she stammered.

  “Not right now,” he assured her. “But soon. Real soon I'm going to take you here.”

  His finger penetrated her. The foreign sensation made her cry out. As he worked it deeper, her pussy convulsed around his stroking shaft.

  “Yes, baby.” He groaned. “Squeeze my dick.”

  “For the love of God, Logan.” She whimpered as he continued to thrust inside her. “You're killing me.”

  Without warning the waves of release slammed into her. Dampness trickled along the insides of her thighs as the walls of her pussy quivered around Logan's cock. She struggled to draw air into her lungs. Her body was on fire.

  A sharp swat to her ass cut through the air.

  “What did I tell you about coming without permission?” His firm tone made her stiffen more than the sting to her right butt cheek.

  A sensual shiver made her body tremble. “I'm sorry, Master,” she simpered. “What will you do to me?”

  “Punish you for disobedience.”

  Logan withdrew his cock from her body. She moaned when his fingers threaded in her hair. He tugged gently on the locks as Alayna pushed herself up from the bench. Her breath came out in harsh pants as he turned her head toward him and captured her mouth with his. Pushing past her lips, his tongue slid along hers. When she returned his kiss with the same demand, he pulled away from her. Something dangerously erotic glinted in his eyes. Her body trembled.

  “To the cross,” he directed, still gripping her hair.

  They walked across to the far corner of the room where the St. Andrew's cross stood.

  “Face it,” he said, releasing his hold on her locks. “Raise your arms, and spread your legs.”

  Reaching up, he wrapped the wide leather band around her right wrist and fastened the heavy buckle. After paying the same attention to her left wrist, he bent down and restrained her ankles. Before he stood, he ran his hands the length of Alayna's spread legs, over the swell of her buttocks, and up her sides. When he pressed his lips against the small of her back, a moan rumbled in her chest. As Logan rose, he smattered kisses along her back. He moved her hair aside and continued across her shoulders and neck.

  “I'm going to mark you, my Alayna,” he whispered in her ear. A tremor moved through her. “I know you are nervous, but I must do it. First, because for months you have tested and challenged my control.”

  “Y-yes, Master.”

  “Second, because you defied me by climaxing without my permission.”

  “Yes, Master.” Confidence grew in her voice.

  “And third, because I want to see your beautiful soft skin red and covered with stripes from the leather falls of my flogger.”

  Again her body shuddered.

  “In time, my precious treasure, I will use my quirt whip on this sexy ass,” he said and delivered a smack to her left ass cheek. Alayna flinched. “I won't lie to you; it will sting, but I promise to show you the pleasure to be had in a little pain.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Alayna turned her head and watched Logan cross the room toward the selection of implements hanging on the wall. Despite craving to experience this part of his lifestyle, she was a tad nervous. True, excitement made her flesh tingle, but this was new to her. Everything about her visit to the mansion had been new. Within her chest, her heart raced in anticipation. Her body sizzled with need. She desired to please him. Regardless of the niggling of apprehension she felt, Alayna knew she was safe in Logan's hands. Knew he would never hurt her. The lifestyle was an important part of who he was, and she wanted everything he was.

  She glanced away as he selected a flogger with a brightly polished aluminum handle.

  After catching her breath, Alayna again looked over her shoulder as he strolled nonchalantly back toward her. Threading his fingers through her soft curls once again, he gripped and pulled her head back so he held her full attention.

  “Are you ready, love?”

  “Yes, Logan.” She wanted everything he could give her.

  He captured her mouth in a rough, demanding oral attack. His taste fed her hunger. Logan ceased his assault, released her hair, and took several steps away.

  “Brace yourself,” he warned and readied the implement.

  When it connected with the cheek of her ass, Alayna gasped, and her body went rigid. He allowed her a moment to assimilate the new sensation before he struck her again.

  Logan took his time as he moved from her backside to her thighs and across her back. Above her head, her hands clenched into tight fists.

  Following several more carefully placed falls, the sound of the flogger being abandoned carried to her ears.

  “You are beautiful, Alayna. Your flesh is red with my mark,” he said, his voice hoarse.

  Alayna's body shook, and her breath was raspy. She wished she could see his mark upon her.

  “Such grace,” he added.

  The warmth of Logan's naked body pressed against her back. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her shoulder.

  “Are you all right, my love?” he asked, sliding his tongue from her shoulder to her ear.

  “If anyone other than you had meted out my punishment, Master, I wouldn't have enjoyed it as I did.” And she spoke the truth. She'd never felt anything more fulfilling in her life. She was his in every way that mattered. His lover, his submissive. She belonged to him.

  Logan wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her hips back against him. Bending his knees, he grabbed the length of his cock and worked it against her, seeking entrance into her body. With ease he slipped inside her wet, snug sheath and buried himself to the hilt. Reaching around her, he cupped her breast and began toying with her nipple. While he held her tightly against him, he plucked at the distended tip, rolling the bud
between his thumb and forefinger. Against her ass, his groin slapped as he thrust a demanding rhythm within her.

  “You were so beautiful the way you took to the flogger, baby,” he praised. “So beautiful.”

  “Logan,” she whispered. “I ache. Please.”

  Lost in his possession, Logan nipped at the spot where her shoulder and neck met, and she whimpered. Abandoning her breast, his hand dipped between her legs. His fingers delved into her folds and found her clit. Against the swollen knot, he pressed firm circles in first a clockwise direction, then reversed.

  “Please.” Alayna's tone turned to begging.

  “Yes, baby. You've been such a good girl for me; you may come,” he said in her ear.

  A hoarse sob burst from her lips as her cunt clenched around him.

  He reached up and released the safety catch on the restraints around her wrists. Against his shoulder, she dropped her head and grasped the arm he still had wrapped around her.

  The panting of heavy breathing was the only sound in the room for many minutes. When she shifted, signaling her strength was returning to her limbs, he loosed his hold.

  “That's the other way around,” he said.

  He pulled his cock from her and knelt to unfasten the buckles from around her ankles.

  “Mmm, what's that?” She purred, unmoving.

  “You're the one killing me.” He chuckled.

  For several moments Logan simply stroked his hands up and down the length of her back, and over her backside using a gentle caress. Alayna rested her forehead against the center bar of the cross.

  She inhaled a deep breath and savored the fragrance of their lovemaking that scented the air.

  “That feels soooooo good,” she moaned, wiggling her ass in his hands.

  Chapter Twelve

  They made love three more times in the playroom, delighting in their shared newfound passion. Alayna had lost track of the time until Logan suggested a change of scenery. He scooped her up in his arms and hurried across the playroom floor. Flinging the wooden door open, he burst into the corridor and raced up the hall toward the stairs.

  “Shit.” Alayna heard Rick's voice.

  For a moment she was mildly embarrassed that they'd fled the playroom naked—but just mildly—which was ridiculous because Rick had seen her naked before. Her limp arms were wrapped around Logan's neck, her face buried in the crook as she savored the scent of him. The two of them were disheveled, coated in sweat from their deliciously rough lovemaking, and no doubt reeking of sex.

  “Oh hell, is Alayna okay?” Rick asked.

  Alayna lifted her face from the crook of Logan's neck and managed a feeble yet sated grin. “Weak knees,” she admitted.

  “Thatta girl.” Rick smiled. “I knew you had it in you.”

  Logan growled as he pushed past Rick.

  “Wow, you'd think you'd have worked off some of that hostility.” Rick stepped back, his hands raised in mock surrender, amusement lacing his voice. “You were locked in that room for hours.”

  Dane's laughter drew her attention to where his tall, lean body was angled against the door frame leading into the dining room. “We'll be lucky if we see Alayna again this month. Logan's got several years worth of pent-up frustration to work off.”

  Over Logan's right shoulder, Alayna grinned at Dane and mouthed a simple thank you.

  Dane winked and glanced at his watch before she lost sight of him as Logan rounded a corner and raced them down the hallway toward his suite.

  Once inside, he kicked the door closed and carried her toward the adjoining bathroom.

  “As much as it pleases me that you are covered in my cum, you are probably uncomfortable,” he said, setting her on the countertop.

  Sometime during their time in the playroom, they had discarded the condoms. Logan had told her he hadn't been with anyone in several years, and she confessed she'd not had a partner since university, and birth control was covered. Alayna welcomed the absence of a barrier between them. She wanted to feel Logan's body sliding into hers without restrictions.

  “Not at all,” she replied.

  Unconvinced, he cocked a brow at her.

  “All right, fine.” She rolled her eyes, giving in to him. “I am a tad sticky.”

  Logan leaned down and turned the water on to fill the old-fashioned claw-footed bathtub.

  “I have yet to taste between your legs,” he said, standing back up and positioning himself between her thighs. “And though I don't mind the taste of myself, I don't want anything mixing with your cream as I intend to spend hours sampling you.”

  “Hours?”

  “Yes,” he said, seating himself inside her once again. “Mmm, hours. The playroom was merely a warm-up.”

  Alayna clutched Logan's forearms as he slowly stroked in and out of her body.

  “Watch, baby,” he said, dropping his gaze between their bodies. “Watch as I make love with you.”

  Alayna lowered her eyes and moaned aloud at the sight of their bodies joined. When Logan withdrew his length, it glistened with moisture. His shaft was hard and veined and pulsing as if taking on a life of its own. Each thrust back inside her was more demanding than the last, threatening to leave her teetering on the precipice of agony and ecstasy.

  “Touch yourself,” he said.

  Her head shot up, and she met his heated gaze.

  “Rub your clit while you watch my cock pounding away inside your sweet pussy.”

  Alayna moved a shaky hand between their bodies, and before doing what Logan asked, she placed a fingertip at the root of his shaft and dragged it across his stiff length as he withdrew.

  “That feels nice and looks even more amazing, baby, but that's not what I told you to do.” Though his eye flickered with intense heat and desire, his tone was layered with warning.

  Alayna sank her teeth into her lower lip as she pressed her fingers against her sensitive clit. A silent gasp opened her lips.

  “Tender?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she admitted. “She's never seen so much action.” She groaned as her orgasm began to build. Her lower belly spasmed and clenched. She felt the muscles in her aching pussy pulse and knew she was close. The sensation of Logan relentlessly pounding himself inside her combined with her fingers stimulating the already sensitive flesh of her swollen clit was too much.

  “Don't let go, honey. You don't have permission.”

  Her wide-eyed expression brought a grin to his lips. Jesus, the man was sexy.

  “Jesus, Logan. I might never walk again,” she groused.

  He laughed.

  Her body stretched tighter, like the string of a crossbow clamoring for release.

  Logan's eyes remained locked on her face, studying every bite of her lips, each flutter of her eyelids. The heat of desire swam in the dark pools, so full of promise and fulfillment. Never before had she wanted to please anyone as badly as she did him.

  “I'll never get enough of being inside you.”

  Alayna didn't know how much more she could take before she disobeyed again. She dug her fingernails into Logan's forearm as a subtle warning.

  “Just a little longer,” he countered, dipping his head to lick her nipple.

  “Logan!”

  He released her nipple to press his lips against hers.

  “Go ahead, sweetheart.” His mouth muffled her cry, and her body released.

  Alayna was powerless to control her body, which was weakening by the second as the waves of her climax rippled through her. Without an ounce of strength left, her body went limp, and she collapsed against the mirror behind her as Logan met his own release.

  “I'm sorry,” she uttered and winced as he pulled himself from her. “I wasn't much of a participant for you there at the end.”

  Logan chuckled and reached down to shut off the water.

  “I've been very hard on you today,” he said, picking her up off the counter. “Feet down,” he told her after he'd stepped into the big tub with her in hi
s arms.

  Logan lowered himself and leaned against the curve of the porcelain. Then he held his hand out to her, urging her to do the same. Alayna sat down between Logan's powerful thighs and settled her back against his broad chest.

  “You will be sore, baby. And for that I'm sorry,” he whispered in her ear when she rested her head against his shoulder. “Put your legs over mine; open yourself up. Let the water sooth away some of the discomfort.”

  Already giving into the healing effects of the hot water swirling around them, she did. A moan of contentment resonated from her chest as the water washed around her folds.

  “This is nice,” she said. “Now I know I'm dead.”

  Closing her eyes, Alayna delighted in the postsexual bliss they were sharing. Logan's arms tightened around her. She never wanted to be anywhere else except in his arms for as long as he wanted her. She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. She'd heard what he said earlier, before they'd had sex, but now that they had—and it had been beyond spectacular every damn time—did he still feel the same way? Though she'd been doing her best to keep up with him, Logan seemed to have an insatiable carnal appetite. She was more than anxious to explore her new sexuality, but now that he'd had her, maybe he'd decide she tired out too soon.

  “Sweetheart?” he said against the top of her head.

  With the last of her strength zapped from sitting in the delightful bathtub of warm water, she couldn't manage anything more than a feeble, “Hmm?”

  “There's something I need to tell you.”

  Alayna's eyes shot open, and she lifted her head from the comfort of Logan's shoulder. Here it comes, she thought. One large hand emerged from under the water and pushed her head back down onto his shoulder.

  “Relax. You are at a disadvantage in that you don't know anything about me,” he said.

  “Sure I do,” she retorted, staring at the tiled wall at the foot of the tub. “Monday you like black forest ham with Swiss cheese and a light spreading of Ariel's homemade Dijon on rye. Tuesday is slow roasted beef on a ciabatta bun with a side of au jus for dipping.”

  “Alayna—” he said against her ear.