Logan Chapter 82

-Emory-

Is it possible to die from this? I think I might be dying. Logan’s main intention with the ties was to keep me still and quiet, but the result has me in sensory deprivation as well. Face down, ass up as I am, I’m not seeing anything he’s doing. I can’t touch him. I can’t make any noises besides muffled squeaks and moans. All I can do is feel what he’s doing to me and listen to his filthy commentary. I’ve never let myself be helpless like this before, and I wasn’t ready for how much it heightens every sensation. I’m drowning in it. Every lick, suck, and the fanning of Logan’s breath against my… my core is pounding through me like it’s been plugged into an amplifier in my brain.

I feel myself getting close, and I decide to be good and tap against the bed frame. Logan pulls back just a moment and bites my left cheek. My squeal makes me grateful for the tie in my mouth, and Logan’s murmured “There’s my good girl” makes me grateful for my obedience. I hum in acknowledgement while he kisses the bite mark he no doubt left on my skin.

“We can’t start giving out prizes yet, little rose. Our game would be over way too quickly. But I’m glad you have a solid grasp of the rules. You’re too delicious not to savor. Better than any dessert I’ve ever had.” I blush hot at his commentary. “I want to taste you a little longer. In fact, I’m thirsty, baby. I want you dripping on the bed. Did I tell you that I got you something? It should help.” When did he have time to buy me anything? We’re together all the time, and I haven’t seen him buy anything, let alone anything that would be applicable… now.

After he sees my head shake, I hear vibrations start. I twitch, trying to look over my shoulder at what exactly Logan bought for me, but I’ve moved too slowly. I feel the vibrator touch my entrance and can’t help pressing back on it. Logan chuckles as he presses what turns out to be a bullet vibrator further into me. “That’s right, baby, I know you need it. Fuck, the way you just clenched around my fingers has me wanting to reward you already. Keep moving your hips like that and ride my face, Emory. You’re going to get your prize yourself.” I hadn’t even realized I was still moving my hips, but I can’t stop if I want to finish, apparently. Logan grabs another double handful of my ass and dives back in.

He’s serious about me doing the work, this time. He licks my clit once, then holds his tongue still so that I dictate the pace. I almost can’t handle it- my legs are twitching, My hair is sticking to the sweat on my forehead, and my hands are gripped so tight on the bed frame that I’m barely able to unpeel one to tap and signal my orgasm. When Logan hears my signal, he growls against me, and the additional vibrations prove to be my undoing. I scream into the tie and my knees collapse from under me. I’m a twitching, slippery mess when Logan pulls back to start talking again without even doing me the courtesy of turning off the vibrator inside me. The aftershocks are nearly as debilitating as the original orgasm.

“What a good girl you’re being, Emory. That was possibly the most gorgeous thing I’ve seen in my life. We’re going to have to change the sheets after this, you’re still leaking on them.” I moan and rub my legs together, trying to indicate the vibrator still driving me crazy. I have the delirious thought that I can squeeze it out of myself if I can just concentrate on working my inner muscles in the right order.

Logan shoves two fingers inside me and presses the vibrator against my g-spot. I tap frantically against the bed frame, and he stops pressing against it without removing his fingers. Once he notices I can breathe again, Logan continues. “I’m not ready to be done yet. I was hard all day thinking about tonight, and this might just be my favorite game. I almost wish I was an artist, just to capture that particular arch you get in your spine when you’re close.”

He wiggles those damned fingers again, stroking down my spine with the other hand. “This isn’t just for fun’s sake, baby. I’m learning. I’ve always made sure to get to really know the people around me. It’s how I’ve been as successful as I am. Everything is always about people, and since you’re now my most important person, doesn’t it stand to reason that I should know you the very best? So I want to see your every response, until I can measure your pleasure by body language alone.”

I moan long and low as he uses his left hand to pull my hips back up and shove a pillow under them, without removing his right hand from me. I really think I might die of dehydration, or heart failure, or spontaneous combustion. Something like that. I press my forehead to the bedding and suck huge lungfuls of air through my nose, trying to take just a few steps back from the edge before he starts building my pleasure again in earnest. I figure I have one more in me before I pass out and maybe pass from existence altogether. As I’ve been regaining my composure, Logan has been stroking his left hand up and down my side soothingly, the fingers of his right hand dormant inside me and somehow absorbing some of the vibrations from the bullet toy.

Once my breathing comes back to normal and some of my muscles relax, Logan starts tapping that vibrator against my most sensitive spot again with his right hand, while he uses his left to draw circles around my clit. I’m immediately lost, thrown out into space. I can feel nothing but agonizing pleasure as every muscle I have clenches tight and quivers with the effort of doing so. My hands are shaking, my knees no longer exist, and I hear my own muffled keening from a great distance while my mind comes to a white-hot halt. This feeling somehow, impossibly, escalates to the point where I know that if it doesn’t break soon, I will. I tell my hand to tap, and I can only hope I manage to do it through the shaking.

I think I must be successful because Logan pinches the vibrator between those two fucking fingers and pulls it out of me without stopping his left hand. I have one entire second of both bliss at the lack of sensation and disappointment at the ebbing of my orgasm before he slams his cock into me and places the vibrator directly on my clit. That’s the last thing I know.