“Oh, no, um, that’s not necessary, Sir,” she said, turning her head to look back at him. “Maybe you could go look alone, and I’ll go later if you find a house you like.”
“Definitely not happening,” he informed her as he unzipped his pants, removing his cock as his free hand pushed against her thigh, wordlessly ordering her to spread for him.
She was already soaking, and feared going naked was such a naughty thing to do that she would find her skirt soaked through. Her fear took flight and disappeared as he entered her. All she could think about was the intense pleasure as she pushed back against him, seeking more.
“It’s naughty to question your Dom’s direct order. A good sub would simply be thankful her Dom was concerned for her comfort.” His hands stroked down her tender buttocks as he continued his entry. “On the other hand, if you insist on covering this ass, I assure you it will be no problem to lift your skirt and pull down the panties you seem set on wearing, to spank you before fucking you in every room of any proposed house. Then again, I’m sure it would prove quite the lesson as you discover how quickly uncomfortable even the smallest bit of silk can become, trapping the heat of your hot ass and growing wetter with every session because, of course, naughty girls don’t get to come. Is that what my sub needs to remind her that her Dom knows best?”
Liz sucked in her breath at the thought of him edging her all day, her body already on the cusp of that wonderful precipice as he slid in and out of her. If he didn’t allow her to come, if he truly decided to demonstrate his authority throughout the day, she felt she’d be needy enough to strip every inch of her clothing off, no matter who might see her, as she begged to remain totally nude if only he’d allow her release. “I acknowledge your wisdom. Thank you for your kind suggestion I go without panties, kind Sir.”
Chuckling, he pushed deeply into her. “Good girl.” He began to fuck her, adding a fingertip to circle and press against her swollen nub. His free hand roamed over her ass, which she knew had a few marks from the belt and cane they’d employed in their play. He was pinching one of the welts when she bucked and cried out her climax, her body twisting beneath him as she exploded. Logan took her to another climax, demanding she come with him, and spilling inside her when she obeyed.
Afterward, he gently washed her before taking care of himself. When she attempted to rise from the bed, he told her to stay. Obviously not caring that they would be late, he took thetime to rub arnica lotion into every inch of her posterior and the backs of her thighs. When he was done, he helped her into her skirt before drawing her into his arms.
“I love you,liebchen,” he whispered into her hair.
Elizabeth adored the feel of his arms wrapped around her. “I love you too, Sir”— she lifted her face to look into his eyes—“even when you make me do very naughty things.”
Patting her bottom once more, he chuckled. “Nope, only potentially embarrassing if someone discovers your naked ass, but not naughty.” He kissed the tip of her nose, then gave her a piece of advice. “Naughty is your choice, young lady, and we both know it matters not that your ass already bears my marks. They won’t keep you safe from paying the price if you choose to go that route.”
Elizabeth felt her sore bottom clench and her heart skip a beat, the marks he had placed on her body filling her with a sense of pride that only a woman who chose to submit willingly to her Dom understood. This man was all she ever wanted, the only one who could take her to heights of such pleasure as well as allow her to truly explore the darker boundaries she was constantly testing. “Yes, Sir, I’ll be extra good today.”
“Better not let Nancy or Ariel hear that,” he said, as they went outside to climb into his car. “I have no doubt they’d consider it a dare to see whether you can keep that promise.”
From her seat, she grinned up at him, not speaking, but knowing that if she were his sister instead of his fiancée, Ariel would indeed be asking about her panties. That girl had some weird obsession with lingerie and was constantly inquiring who was wearing what beneath their clothing. Smiling at the uniqueness of her friends, Elizabeth squirmed until she found a more comfortable position as they drove the short distance to Nancy’s. They would meet their realtor at the first house, and Liz could only hope that she’d manage to hide the fact that her verysore ass was naked—but admittedly more comfortable—beneath her clothing.
Their realtor showed them five houses which they looked at and discarded before driving to the sixth candidate. The sixth proved no more of a winner than the others and they returned to the car. Craig had insisted on having them for lunch after their morning round of house-hunting. When Jeanette ended her phone call, Elizabeth asked if she’d like to join them, but the young woman declined.
“Thank you, but I have an appointment.” The relator’s face showed her pleasure at the announcement. “I’ll meet you at this address after your lunch,” she went on, circling an address on the second page of their list. When Liz asked why she had skipped over several houses on the papers, Jeanette flushed, glancing at Logan before explaining, “It seems I really did need to listen to a mas… um, my client, instead of just insisting you look at every house. I’m hoping you will forgive me for wasting your time this morning, but I really do think the next house I show you might be the one.”
Elizabeth nodded with no true understanding other than knowing she’d seen Logan speaking to the realtor while she and Nancy discussed why none of the houses they had looked at felt even close to being a real home. Agreeing to meet up again in two hours, the four friends were soon driving toward downtown, leaving Jeanette to go to her appointment. Barbara was setting the table when the four trooped into the restaurant to find Ariel and Garrett already seated.
“From your look, I’m guessing it’s not going very well,” Garrett said, as Logan pulled out a chair for Elizabeth.
“Not really,” she admitted, with a huge sigh. “Who knew that there were so few good choices in a city like Houston?”
“Honey, Houston is one of the most rapidly growing cities in the country.” Craig poured her a glass of white wine. “Houses are snapped up almost before the For Sale sign is planted in the yard.”
“You didn’t like the ones you saw at all?” Barbara asked as she slid into her chair when Craig pulled it away from the table.
As the servers began to bring in their lunch, the group talked about pros and cons of the various houses. Elizabeth admitted to possibly being able to make one into a home but explained that Logan seemed to be far pickier than she, and she wasn’t surprised when she saw Logan shake his head.
“I realize we are shopping on a budget, but I have no intention of giving up my basic desires, or moving into a place that looks like it’s falling down.” He took a sip of his beer before continuing, “With renovations at both Haven and Tastsinn, I want a place that is move-in ready. We won’t have time to do more than unpack boxes before we are working on the finishing touches at the hotel and club.” He took a bite of his perfectly cooked steak, savoring the seasoning of the meat, before glancing at Craig. “How did you know we needed more than a sandwich?” he asked, spearing a new potato and popping the roasted morsel into his mouth.
“Not difficult,” Craig admitted. “I’m guessing a great deal of calories were expended last night, and know our ladies expect and need us to maintain our strength in order to ensure they are completely satisfied. I figured turkey on rye just wouldn’t do the trick.” He saw Barbara blush and reached out his hand to capture hers. “Anyone care to tell me I’m wrong?” Craig dared, his eyes sweeping around the table.
It was as if every woman there suddenly remembered exactly how the men they loved had made them feel the evening before,how every Dom had worked hard to bring the submissive they loved to that incredible place where their needs and fantasies had been not only been met but had left each of them completely sated.
Elizabeth grinned as she cut off a slice of her steak. “Heaven forbid there ever comes a time when I can’t proudly admit I, for one, will always be grateful Logan works very, very hard to ensure I am taken care of in all ways.” She lifted her fork, turning to her fiancé and offering him the bite. “Eat up, Sir, you’ve definitely earned it.”
Logan grinned, bending toward her, his hand dropping below the table to slide under her skirt, coming to rest a mere fraction of an inch from her sex. His lips opened to accept the bite at the same time his finger slid across her mons, causing the fork to jerk just the slightest. His smile widening, he pulled the bite from the tines of the trembling fork, chewing slowly.
Elizabeth’s eyes never left his lips as she imagined them taking the place of his finger between her legs. Seeing his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, she gave a soft moan, audible to them all, as his hand slid away, leaving her wanting nothing more than to jump him right at the table.
“I rest my case,” Craig said unnecessarily, every person around the table well aware of the heat practically coming off the couple in waves.
Lunch ended with a sinfully delicious strawberry shortcake. When Ariel realized that her plate included a scoop of strawberry ice cream, her eyes flew to Garrett’s, before meeting Craig’s. Her cheeks were pink as she giggled, knowing with certainly that the women were not the only ones at the table to share intimate secrets. As the men waited, the women made a trip to the restroom. Giggles could be heard behind the closed door as Ariel explained her extra ice cream.
“Any guesses as to what fast food chain will be sacrificed next?” Nancy asked, rubbing the seat of her shorts. At her friends’ knowing smirks, she rolled her eyes. “Fine, my ass is tender, but I’m betting Ariel’s and Liz’s were truly aching.”
