46 #2
Allowing them to reassure me too, I push myself up on my elbows, and he does a lot more than look at my tits. He closes his fingers around my nipples, rubbing them first, before… pinching them.
“Fuck!” I gasp.
With the way he’s been obsessively making me come every chance he got these past few days, I’d started to actually miss the pain he used to love inflicting on me. Though I’d never admit it.
“So, you want me to edge you, huh?” He keeps a firm hold on one of my nipples as the other reaches up to rake over my armpit.
“Fuck! Logan! Ow! No, I don’t want you to edge me! Stop that!”
“Uh huh. I see right through you, baby. Saying one thing and meaning the opposite. Well, I can get used to that.”
“Logan!” I squeak, as he keeps up his torture until I’m pretty sure he’s going to reduce my left nipple to smithereens. “At least pinch my other nipple too! I don’t like feeling pain on just one side!”
“Like this?”
I didn’t think it was possible, but his pinch on my left nipple grows even more painful.
At last, though, he takes pity on me. Or at least, the Logan form of pity.
Letting go of my nipple for just a moment, he steps over one of my helpless arms and settles under me, unzipping his fly.
“Why don’t you show me what a good little sex captive you are, hmm? ”
As he speaks, he grabs my nipples again. “I don’t think you’ve ever given me a real blowjob, have you, baby?”
“Uhm…” I think back to all the times I’ve swallowed his cum. “Well, I don’t think that’s true.”
“I mean, I’ve fucked your mouth. But you never gave me a proper one, at your own pace. So why don’t we start now? Suck me into your mouth, baby, while I go back to torturing your tits.”
“Ow… fuck!”
True to his word, he quickly falls into a rhythm of slapping and pinching them, while I let out yelps of pain and try very hard not to accidentally bite his dick off. Not that I don’t kind of want to right now, but I think I’d miss it later.
“That’s right, crybaby. Cry for me.”
He bends down to lick the tears from my cheeks and then, despite his promise to let me give him a blowjob at my own pace, he starts thrusting into my mouth.
“Okay, okay, fuck!” I pull back, and he punishes my tits for it. “Easy. You’re going to break my throat.”
“You’ll be fine. Stop squirming around so much.”
“Well, stop making me squirm!”
“Alright, blowjob time is over.”
Getting on his knees, he shoves a hand against the back of my head while his other one squeezes my cheeks around his cock. Then he starts driving into my mouth in earnest, every one of his thrusts hitting the back of my throat.
I try to stay balanced on my elbows, but it’s definitely not easy, given how fast and hard he’s going. I huff out a sigh of relief when his seed coats the back of my throat, and then he settles back again, pushing my face down against his cock.
“Fuck, it feels good, letting you take care of me again, baby. I’ve been so busy giving you orgasms lately, I’m pretty sure my balls have become permanently blue. Okay, take it easy, Lia. Stop moving so much.”
His hand is resting against the back of my head, shoving me face down against his crotch.
“Well, it’s not the most comfortable position,” I protest. “And you came inside me at least three times yesterday, so I’m not sure how… ow!”
He smacks me hard on my left tit again, and my eyes water.
“I think you’ve just destroyed it for good.”
“I’m about to destroy the rest of your body too,” he smirks.
I squirm to try to relieve some of the pressure in my pussy. “How long do you think it’s going to take for you to be able to start doing that?”
“Keep wiggling your fat ass like that, and it won’t take long at all.”
Leaving my head on his crotch—it’s not like I have a choice anyway—I get up on my knees, arching my back so he can see my bottom, and move it around for him.
“Oh, fuck, Lia. You’re so fucking sexy, baby, with that thick ass of yours.”
He reaches for my butt cheeks, jostling them as much as he can from his position.
I don’t mind it anymore when he calls my ass fat or reminds me of it by ‘jiggling’ it as he says.
I mean, I hate that I’ve gained so much weight.
I don’t find myself sexy at all, between my dumpy bottom and the cellulite that riddles it, but knowing he thinks I am makes me feel pretty good.
“I’m going to sink my cock between those ass cheeks,” he grunts. “Just as soon as I can get it up again.”
“Well, uncuff me and let me help you do that.”
“Oh yeah?” He hesitates for a moment before freeing my wrists. “Not sure I like giving you so much freedom in the bedroom. Especially since you’re so free in real life.”
I make a face. “I know you think you’re joking, but I am free.”
“Uh huh. So how are you going to make me hard, baby?”
I’m pretty sure the redness on my face matches the redness on my breasts as I get up, a lot less certain of myself now that I’m free of the cuffs. I stand in the center of the room, feeling terribly awkward and unsexy as I try to figure out what to do.
Logan’s smirk turns… gentle as he watches me.
Nervously, I bring up my hands over my breasts, cupping them for him, then turn around awkwardly to give him a look at my ass.
“I don’t know… sorry. Never mind.”
I quickly crawl back into bed and hide my face in his chest. His arms are as gentle as his smile as he wraps them around me.
“You’re so pretty and so perfect and I love you so fucking much.” He nibbles down my neck, then back up to the space right under my ear. “And I like that you need me to tell you what to do. I like that a whole lot.”
As soon as I find myself in the warmth of his arms again, my awkwardness and uncertainty dissolve. “Okay, tell me what to do. Can you tell me what to do, Logan?”
“Kiss me.”
Hooking my arms around his neck, I straddle him and press my lips to his.
He returns the kiss, deepening it and locking me to him.
“I love you, baby,” he murmurs again as he drags me all the way into his lap, and goes back to kissing me greedily.
“And no, Lia. You’re not free. But I’m not either.
Maybe Piper’s right, because I’d be lost without you...
and I’m pretty sure you’d be lost without me. Don’t you think so, baby?”
I sink back into his arms, letting him take care of me. It is nice, after all, to surrender control. Just a little bit of control. “Yes,” I sigh. “Yes… I do. And I think, Logan...”
“Hmm?”
“I think I can get used to having all the power in our relationship.”
I squeal as he digs his fingers into my side. “Sure, baby,” he smirks. “Just keep telling yourself that.”