Page 14 of Indulge

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.

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