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She shivered as the cold granite under her bottom competed with the growing heat between her thighs. He took two glasses from the rack and champagne from the refrigerator, expertly uncorking it and pouring the bubbly wine into the glasses. He handed a glass to her, clinking his own against it.
Logan sipped his champagne and watched as she slowly sipped hers. He knew her throat had to be a little irritated, and the chill of the champagne would help cool her irritated passage. He stood in front of her, stroking his fingers down her skin. He grinned as she shivered in anticipation when he set down his glass and put his hands on her thighs. She swallowed the wine in her mouth, reminding him of the incredible tightness of her throat as she’d swallowed around his dick. He gently began to pull her thighs apart. He spread her wide, exposing the slick core of her sex. He removed his hands, never considering she’d dare to close her legs.
Logan reached up and took the glass from her hand, grinning slightly when she initially tightened her hold on the flute, before reluctantly releasing it and the contents still remaining. He placed the glass on the counter next to the sink. She sat still as he moved several items from the breakfast bar, clearing it completely except for the woman sitting naked on its surface. He gently lifted the strand of pearls over her head, allowing the beads to slip between his fingers as if trying to determine which individual pearls were honored with her kiss with each deep swallow around his cock. He smiled, lifted them to his lips and kissed them gently before carefully laying them aside.
“Lie back,” he ordered, and then helped her to recline on the granite. She shivered, her nipples puckering tighter as the cold surface pressed against the warmth of her body. Logan smiled as he took her hands into his, bending to kiss her once before lifting her arms above her head. “Clasp your hands together and don’t move them again,” he ordered, and watched as she obeyed. He thought about binding her with the pearls but didn’t want her to break the necklace if she lost control… and he definitely wanted her to lose control. Leaving her for a moment, he returned with the shawl she’d worn to the theater. He wove it around her wrists and forearms.
“One day I’ll bind you with rope,” he said as he began to tie a bow. She stiffened for a moment, her widening eyes causing him to pause. “Tell me your color,” he ordered.
“Ummm, green,” she said softly.
“Are you sure?” he asked, picking up on what she hadn’t said.
“Yes. I’m good… Sir.”
Despite her assurance, instead of completing the bow, he unwrapped the scarf. “Let’s see if you can keep your hands together by yourself, shall we?”
The look of gratitude in her eyes told him he’d made the right decision. Though he truly enjoyed the image a woman made when bound with rope, he’d take it slower, building her trust until there was no hesitancy in accepting his restraints.
She lowered her arms to the counter, her fingers tightly entwined. Logan rearranged her legs until they were as far apart as possible while still on top of the counter. He didn’t want them hanging down on either side—well, not yet.
Elizabeth turned her head to watch as he returned to the refrigerator. She shivered again as he withdrew the carton of strawberries and the can of whipped cream. He turned to her, his mouth curving into a smile as he began to shake the can. Her eyes locked onto it as if remembering his words about it not being used just on berries. Her throat convulsed again, and Logan knew that anticipation was indeed an aphrodisiac. His little sub was most likely anticipating widely about how the cream would feel against her skin. Logan returned to the bar, setting the pint of berries on the counter next to her.
“Close your eyes and remember, do not move a muscle,” he said, and watched as her eyes reluctantly fluttered shut. Her chest rose and fell more rapidly. He was silent, continuing to shake the can. Her body jerked at the sound of the cap being snapped off.
“While I love Neapolitan ice-cream sundaes,” he said quietly, as he tilted the can in preparation, “I absolutely adore them with whipped cream and strawberries.” She gasped softly at the slight hiss of pressurized air coming from the can as he pressed the nozzle. Her squeal as he squirted the whipped cream directly onto her left nipple was much louder. He twisted his wrist until a perfect swirl of cream completely concealed her aureole and the hard tip of her nipple.
Her eyes opened just a crack and she squirmed at the coldness of the cream.
“Naughty,” he whispered. “No peeking and keep that ass still. Don’t move a single inch or you will destroy my beautiful work, and that,schatzlein, would earn you a very hot bottom.” Her eyes slammed shut and she froze stiffly. Logan waited until she relaxed but didn’t need to load the dice to guarantee he’d win his bet that by the time he was done, she’d have earned that spanking and then some.
He knew she expected him to apply the cream to her other nipple, but she would soon learn not to jump to conclusions about him. He set the can down and picked up a large strawberry between his fingers. He gently removed the leaves from the top but left the stem. He carefully turned the berry before setting it into its nest of whipped cream. His cock jumped inside his pants at the result. The white cream cradled the red of the berry, the green stem pointing up to the ceiling, mimicking the turgid tip of her buried nipple. He slowly repeated the process on her right nipple until they matched perfectly, the berries exactly the same size. She was trembling and he could easily smell her arousal.
He shook the can again, knowing it would be the only thing she could concentrate on. He positioned the nozzle, and she gave her first keen when he sprayed the cream down her body, circling her belly button before continuing further to cover her pubic mound. He did not even touch her pussy or her clit; the sensation from the cream and the anticipation in her mind were enough to cause her pussy to visibly pulse.
“I see my naughty little sub is trying to provide her own cream for my sundae,” he said, sliding a fingertip along the seam of her sex, loving the twitch and the full body flush she wasn’t able to suppress. His words were meant to drive her insane with need. Logan chuckled as another drop of her essence slipped to the counter. He licked his finger, imprinting her taste on his soul and soon had the fattest strawberry settled into its mound of cream, topping off his dessert perfectly. He moved the can and berries out of the way and removed his clothing before returning to look at her. She was absolutely stunning laid out like the dessert he had described.
He reached out and stroked her cheek with his fingers. “Open your eyes, Elizabeth,” he said, gently. Her eyes fluttered open, the desire flooding them upon seeing his nude body standing beside her a compliment to her Dom. She smiled softly, and he returned it with his own. She watched as he bent by her side, time seeming to suspend as he slowly lowered his mouth to lick at her nipple. She jerked but then stilled herself when his eyes cut to hers in warning. She moaned, watching as the tip of his tongue took the first taste of cream at the base of the strawberry. When the berry bobbed just a bit; she sucked in her breath and held it. Logan grinned knowing it was only a matter of time before she’d win his bet for him. He licked again, taking his time, just the barest hint of cream on his tongue as he pulled it back into his mouth.
“Yum,” he murmured, as he licked his lips. God she looked incredible, need written all over her face, shining from her eyes, obvious in the constant trickle of her cream onto the countertop. Logan took a full five minutes to lick and tease her left nipple before finally sucking the entire berry and nipple into his mouth. She keened when he straightened, releasing the hold his teeth had taken on her nipple, but not before giving the tight bud a little bite of its own.
Chewing and swallowing the fruit, Logan looked to her mound and then back to her right breast, as if trying to decide which to sample next. Making his decision, he surprised her yet again by bending to settle his mouth over hers. The kiss was incredibly gentle, and he lingered on her lips, allowing her to taste the juice from the berry he had eaten and the cream he had licked from her breast. Her arms quivering slightly as he ran his fingers along her flesh. She clenched her fingers together and for the first time, didn’t even attempt to suppress the moan that came from deep within her throat.
Logan stood again, his cock aching with need. He wanted to plunge into her, but this time was for the willing submissive lying before him. He wasn’t satisfied with a single moan. He was determined to draw as much sound from her as possible—to begin teaching her the freedom that only came from truly letting go.
His mouth descended on her other breast, and he tortured her for an additional five minutes, until she was lying in a puddle of her own desire. He dragged his tongue down the line of cream. He licked around her naval, dipping his tongue inside to lap up the cream that had slid to fill it. Her arms were now visibly shaking, her moans louder, her body no longer able to remain still as she trembled in her need.
She watched with half-lidded eyes as he moved down to the end of the bar. She mewled as he laid his hands gripped her ankles.
“You moved.”
Her eyes widened just a fraction but as she was still shaking, she really couldn’t deny his accusation.
“I’m going to finish my dessert,” he said, as he slowly pulled her down the counter, the berry on her mound shaking slightly. Her face flushed hotly when her ass slid over the puddle her own body had created. “Don’t fret,” he said, running a finger over her drenched sex. “I shall be giving you that spanking you earned, but first, I’m going to lick you clean.”
He bent and consumed the berry on her mound in one quick movement. His tongue swirled through the whipped cream, her clit pulsing as it strained for attention, more of her own cream dripping from her pussy in her wanton need.
She whimpered as Logan lifted her legs and placed them over his shoulders before slipping his hands under her ass and lifting her pussy to his mouth.
