What's Your Fantasy

Rating: STRONG NC-17 for light bondage (handcuffs) and explicit sex
Pairing: Logan/Rogue

Summary: Inspired by my many fantasies involving ‘security guard’ Logan as seen in the opening scenes of "Turn of the Rogue." Much more detailed than The Better To … and a bit of a change in my writing style. Please R & R and suggestions for further pairings/fantasies are welcomed. :-)

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Security

He was too delectable for words.

The crisp blue of his uniform perfectly outlined the breadth of his muscular shoulders and the tight firmness of his trim butt.

Watching him walk confidently through the room was enough to make Rogue want to leapt out of the shadows she lurked in, throw him to the floor and rip that pristine uniform to bits before having her oh-so-wicked way with him.

But that wasn’t the game they were playing … at least not tonight, she thought with a gleam in her pale green eyes.

His footsteps echoed in the stillness around them as he checked the interior of the store for anything out of place. Every now and again a shiver would go through her as she heard the clinking rattle of the handcuffs she knew to be strapped to the big thick belt he wore around his waist.

Shoplifting wasn’t the crime here, she thought. Him looking so damn good without even trying should be the punishable offense.

Thinking of punishable offenses had her licking her lips and remembering what they were up to.

Once the guard was safely past her, she ‘accidentally’ bumped into a mannequin and knocked the thing to the ground with a feigned gasped of surprised horror.

Shrinking away from the fallen model into the shadows of the dressing rooms, she tried to hide from the figure she knew to now be rapidly approaching her position.

As he drew nearer his steps slowed until she heard each footfall across the uncarpeted floor.

The sound grew louder and louder and she stopped breathing as the beam of his flashlight was turned in her direction.

He knew right where she was, she couldn’t escape.

She was trapped, she thought with a shiver of anticipation as the door to the room she hid in was opened by the guard who shined his bright light directly into her eyes.

"What have we here?" he growled in a low, gruff and utterly sexy tone.

Before she could say anything in response to his question, a big strong hand was thrust forward and wrapped itself around her arm to jerk her from her hiding place.

Gasping in slightly genuine surprise at his abrupt action, she tried to pull free and run but he yanked her swiftly against his broad chest.

Her lithe little body collided with his firm muscles and it took all her control to stay in the role she played and not slide her hands over those muscles while quickly removing the clothes that kept her from his flesh.

Tilting her head back to look into his stern face, she opened her pink glossed lips to ask what he intended to do to her only to snap them shut again when he began pulling her throw the deserted aisles to the back of the store.

This was the security hub, she realized as he used his keycard to open a heavy steel door then dragged her past a room full of surveillance monitors.

His key opened a second door, this one leading into a stark white room with a single desk against one wall and a row of unforgiving metal seats along the wall next to the door. Each of those seats had a metal pole next to it that ran from floor to ceiling.

Rogue knew what those chairs and bars were for and nervously bit her slightly quivering lower lip.

Questions and excuses were on the tip of her tongue, but before she could utter a one of them the guard pushed her into one of the seats, removed the handcuffs from his belt, snapped one end to her left wrist and the other firmly around the metal bar to the left of where she sat.

"Ah can explain," she nearly shouted after a solid minute of him simply standing over her with his arms crossed over his chest, legs shoulder length apart.

"Can you now?" his sexy lips curled into a smirk and his right eyebrow jumped upward in a skeptical arch.

"Yes, Ah …. Ah got locked in. Tha store closed while Ah was busy tryin’ things on and Ah didn’t get out in time."

"Right," he bent over her, placing a hand either side of her head against the wall, "and of course your first response to being locked in was to come running back here to the security office so one of the guards could let you out and off on your merry little way?"

He spoke the sarcastic words against her ear, his warm breath blowing moistly over her sensitive lobe. His usually stubbled jaw was clean shaven and so very close to brushing against hers that she shivered while resisting the urge top turn her head in that direction to make contact.

She almost moaned aloud as she smelled the cigar smoke that lingered on him after he’d apparently stolen moment to light up a stogie. On anyone but him the hint of smoke would have been repugnant, but on him it was yet another addictive aphrodisiac.

"I asked you a question, girlie?" he pulled back until his dark brown gaze was locked with hers.

"Ah … Ah wasn’t thinkin’," she whispered as she remembered his question so seductively spoken into her ears.

"You weren’t thinking you’d get caught, is what you mean," he stated.

With yet another of the gasps he kept wringing from her, she found herself pulled to her feet the handcuffs she wore clinking their way up the pole she was shackled to.

His hands quickly dove beneath her loose clothing and began pulling out garments she’d stuffed there with the intention of walking out of the store with them.

Warm, work roughened finger ran over her the flesh of her stomach and thighs as he recovered all the contraband items from her body.

"Is that everything, I wonder?" he said almost to himself as he looked at the pile of clothing on the floor next to them.

Though she knew it was foolish, she found herself shaking her head ‘no’ in answer to the question, sending her short red hair with it’s white streaks fluttering over her face.

"Somehow I didn’t think it was," he growled.

Her body tipped weakly toward the bar she was handcuffed to as he knelt before her and slid his hands up her legs under her skirt and hooked his fingers in the waistband of the thong she wore. As she watched, his hands slowly dragged the underwear down her legs then raised her feet until she stepped out of the garment.

"They’re wet."

Guiltily she drew her legs together and squirmed at the wetness she felt between them. The same wetness that marked the area of the thong he was now rubbing between his thumb and index finger.

"Ah couldn’t help it," she whispered with her gaze dropping to the floor as a fiery red blush covered her cheeks.

"I believe this also had a matching bra."

Licking her lips, she returned her eyes to look into his and nodded her head ‘yes.’

Instantly he rose to his feet, slid his hands under her shirt and released the front clasp of the bra she’d attempted to steal.

With some nifty moves he freed her right arm from the garment without removing her shirt, but the handcuff stopped him from repeating the gesture with the left arm.

For a second she was hopeful that he’d uncuff her, but he didn’t. He just left the bra dangling from her wrist.

Stepping away from his prisoner, the guard began looking at the price tags attached to the clothing he’d found on her.

"You’ve got over a hundred dollars merchandise here. I don’t think the cops are gonna fall for your little miss lost and locked inside the store routine," he growled.

"Tha police?" she gulped. "Ya ain’t really gonna involve them are ya?"

"Course I am, darlin’, only way to teach you a lesson."

"But Ah’ve learned mah lesson. Ya’ve gotten everythang back can’t ya just let me go?"

"So you can come back and steal two hundred dollars worth of clothes? I think not," he turned to the desk and the phone that sat upon one corner.

"Please," she stepped forward to try and stop him only to be yanked back by the handcuff restraining her. "Please, don’t involve them."

Leaning back against the desk, one hand resting atop the phone’s receiver, he turned and gave her a look that clearly said "explain yourself."

"This whole thing was a mistake," seganegan. "It was kinda a dare between me and mah friends. Ah ain’t nevah shoplifted before but they all said they had so I kinda dared mahself to do it too."

"And decided to steal all that," he kicked at the clothes on the floor, "on your first try?"

Cursing …

She bent forward to read the name on his uniform.

"Logan Logan?" she read aloud with a roll of her eyes.

Cursing Mr. Logan, Rogue realized he was too sharp to fall for her girlish lies and decided it was time to go with a more womanly approach.

With a demeanor of defeat she sighed and sank down onto the metal seat she was cuffed to, making sure that her skirt was hiked up as much as possible as she did so.

Biting her pouty lower lip and staring down at the tiled floor she shifted her nicely toned legs until they parted in a way that would give Logan an unobstructed view of the flesh he’d bared by removing her stolen thong.

A sudden stillness seemed to overtake him at her actions and she knew with a hidden smile that he was taking and responding to the bait.

Lip still held between her pearly white teeth, she turned her head in his direction and slowly ran her green eyes up his neatly pressed blue pants. They lingered over the thick bulge she saw growing under the zipper of those pants before gliding up over his chest to rest on his handsome face.

"Look, Ah could get in a lot more trouble than Ah can handle right now if ya call tha cops, shuga. Please, can’t we work something out?"

"You trying to bribe me, girlie?" with a growl he pushed away from the desk and moved to stand before her.

Directly in front of her face is his bulging zipper and the sight of it distracts her for a moment.

With a slow, deliberate lick of her lips she lifts her gaze reluctantly from his crotch to stare boldly into his eyes.

"Yes, Ah am."

"What all are you offering?"

Lust glittered in his dark gaze and the heat of it made her nipples hard.

"Anything you want. Just please," her right hand slid lightly up his outer thigh then inward toward his zipper, "don’t call tha police."

"Well now, I could lose my job if I agree to that," he pressed himself against her hand and bent to whisper in her ear. "Will this be worth that?"

"Uncuff me and it will be," she promised while stroking his erection through the cotton of his pants.

Chuckling at her suggestion, he shook his head in solid refusal to release her other hand from its restraint.

"Ah do so much bettah with two hands, shuga," she pouted while pressing her thumb firmly against his cock through the zipper and rubbing it up the length of his hard on.

"Better be able to impress me with the one ‘cause you ain’t getting out yet," he growled.

Feeling challenged, she got rid of the pout, slid her hand away from his zipper to grab on to his tight ass and pulled him closer to her and her cuffed hand. As soon as she was able, she used her left hand to unhook his belt and slowly lowered the heavy item with its nightstick and other security guard paraphernalia to the floor.

With that biggest obstacle out of the way she rose a bit awkwardly to her feet and knocked the cap off his head with a careless flick of her right wrist.

His silky black hair was uncovered and her free hand immediately dove into the strands, relishing the way they tickled over her fingers.

A growl that could almost be misidentified as a puff rumbled through his chest at her caress and she smiled while using her hold on his head to pull his mouth down to hers. She found his lips firm and hot and just a tad dry so after tenderly placing a closed mouth kiss upon them she inched back, parted her own lips andowedowed her tongue to slip out and daintily lick along his mouth.

The rattling of her handcuffs against metal reminded her that her attempts to bring her left hand into play were futile. Still a little miffed about the continued restraint, she pulled her mouth from his, ignoring the way his now moist lips had parted so that his tongue could brush against hers.

Her right hand left his hair to gently trace his ear and strong jawline before drifting down over his throat until coming to a rest on the perfect knot of his tie.

She felt his slightly narrowed eyes watching her closely as her fingers began working their way into the knot to loosen the tie. It was a little tricky and took lots of pulling but finally she’d gotten the tie to part and slowly pulled it off.

Next her nimble fingers moved down to the two small buttons that held the jacket of his uniform closed at the waist and she easily flicked them open to slide the garment off his body. With only one hand free she got his left arm out of the jacket without any problems but she had to get him to turn around so she could push it from his right side.

When he would have turned to face her again, now free of the garment, she stopped him.

Deciding that this position could be just as fun she pulled him back against her so that her soft body was pressed tightlyinstinst the hard muscles of his back. Nuzzling her nose against the space between his shoulder blades she slid her hand around his waist and ran it up and down the buttoned front of his neatly ironed light blue shirt.

As her hand pulled the shirt from where it was tucked into his pants and her fingers pushed buttons free of there holes, her tongue licked its way up the side of his neck until she was able to take the soft flesh of his left earlobe between her lips.

"How am Ah doin’ so far, shuga?" she breathed lightly while alternately licking, biting and sucking upon his ear.

A growl seemed torn from his chest in response to her teasing query and she smiled against his ear while her hand slid down over his now bared stomach so that her fingers could dip beneath the waistband of his pants.

"Is that good or should Ah stop?" her fingers found and brushed lightly against the hard heat of his erection then froze as she awaited his answer.

"Good," he snarled while grabbing her wrist and shoving her hand deeper into the front of his pants.

"Nuh-uh, shuga, Ah’m controllin’ this ride," she stated with a firm nip to his earlobe as she removed her hand from his pants.

"Are you now?"

With a growl, he turned in her arms and pushed her until she was sitting once more on the hard metal chair.

He stood tensed before her with the lower half of his shirt unbuttoned and his pants tenting with the growth of his arousal.

Staring at that bulge, she licked her lips, raised her hand and carefully lowered the zipper keeping his erection prisoner.

Lifting her gaze from the actions of her hand, she locked it with his hungry brown eyes as her wandering fingers found he wore nothing beneath his slacks. Eagerly, her eyes still on his, her hand wrapped around the throbbing length of his cock and eased it out of its confinement.

Unable to resist, her hungry green gaze fell to the delight she held.

When she saw the tip glistening with a stop of milky precum she found her body leaning forward until her tongue could flick out a lap up the salty droplet.

His body shook in response to her action and smiling she returned her gaze to hers as she parted her soft moist lips to wrap them around the mushroom shaped head.

Holding just the tip in her hot mouth she ground her tongue along the underside and began suckling upon it like the most delightful lollypop. Her free hand was firmly stroking the length of his shaft then sliding down to lightly massage his heavy balls before returning to wrap around his cock and stroke it.

All the while her lips teasingly suckled at no more than the very tip of his organ until with a growl he tangled his fingers in her hair and began pushing her to take more.

Resisting his urgings, she pulled her mouth away from him with a slow lick over his slit before dragging her fingernails over the veins bulging along the sides of his dick.

"Ah can do so much more with both hands, shuga," she said again as her fingers skated over his flesh.

"Make do with what ya got, darlin, or I’ll cuff the other one too," he warned as his hands applied more pressure to her head, forcing her lips back to his cock.

Rather than sucking it into her mout he he wanted, she turned her head to the side and ran her tongue down his erection.

"So big," she moaned as she began licking a path back toward the tip.

Tormenting him she took her time bathing every hard inch of him with her tongue as her fingers rolled and gently squeezed his ball sac.

Finally, she returned her lips to hover just above the head the locked their gazes and swallowed him.

He forgot his role and growled her name aloud as she relaxed her throat the way he’d taught her so long ago and accepted his entire length inside her mouth.

Groaning with his pleasure, he removed one hand from her head to brace it on the wall behind her for support while she drew in her cheeks and applied as much suction to his cock as she could.

Her body tingled with power and delight as she heard him unleash the claws on that hand and bury them in the wall as he fouthe the need to come.

But he was fighting the very thing she wanted him to do and that was unacceptable.

Moaning in a way that was sure to make her muscles vibrate slightly around him in her throat she began sliding her tightly closed lips up and down his length.

The hand toying with his balls became more serious and started massaging him toward orgasm while her sucking became harder.

"Dammit, Rogue," he growled as his hips began to thrust into her mouth.

This was the moment she loved, she thought as his hand tightened in her hair to hold her head steady while he pistoned himself down her throat toward climax.

His loss of control at her actions never failed to arouse her more than anything else.

With two more deep thrusts his balls tensed in her hand and his hips froze for a second before jerking uncontrollably as his thick come shot down her throat.

Her legs clenched together in an effort to ease the aching arousal she felt there that became almost unbearable in response to his pleasure.

When his convulsions stopped and his erection subsided a bit she pulled her mouth free and breathed in some much needed air before tenderly licking him clean.

"Jesus," he growled as he withdrew his claws from the wall and felt himself returned to full arousal at her ministrations.

"Ya gonna let me go now, shuga," she asked with a long drag of her tongue over his length.

"Never," he stated firmly, not giving a damn that he’d slipped out of character.

Kneeling on the floor before her, he yanked her head to his and quickly parted her lips for a devouring kiss.

His acute senses easily identified his essence as the tangy flavor mixed with the sweetness he always associated with her kisses and the taste had him tearing her shirt open so his hand coulds cup her bare breasts.

Her legs fell open at his caress and his nostrils flared as his senses were overwhelmed with the addictive scent of her arousal. With a growl he nipped her lower lips while moving his hands down to her legs to part them further.

Hungrily he removed his lips from hers and bit his way down her neck to her breasts where he stopped to flick his tongue over her hardened mauve nipples before continuing downward to delve between her now widespread thighs.

The instant his hot rough tongue rasped over her labia her head fell back against the wall with a thud as her hips jerked up from the seat toward his mouth.

Wanting to torment her as she had him, he took his time parting her nether lips with his tongue. When he had worked his way to her core he stiffened the tip of his tongue and used it to circle her clit then moved downward and thrust deeply into her core.

"Logan," she whimpered breathlessly when his tongue withdrew from her to again toy with her clit.

Her right hand thrust itself into his hair to hold his head against her while her left one jerked frantically at the handcuff that kept it from tangling in his silky hair.

"Logan, please, let me go," she begged as the solid metal refused to budge.

"Never," he growled against her clit before capturing the knot of nerves between his teeth and applying a gentle pressure that made her scream his name.

Now impatient to push her to a powerfulmax,max, he began sucking strongly on the nub while he thrust two thick fingers into her without warning. Her body arched toward him in almost painful pleasure at the invasion only to freeze when he curled those fingers inside her and dragged them along the sensitive walls of her pussy.

Shrieking his name, she felt herself spasm around those fingers even as her hips thrust forward to try and force the digits deeper inside her. He complied to her unspoken plea and thrust a third finger deep inside her while nipping sharply at her clit.

The dual stimulation caused every muscle in her body to clench in orgasm before with a scream of pleasure that was his name her body began convulsing as the climax shot through her every nerve ending.

While she was still quivering mindlessly from the climax he moved to lift her limp body and sit himself beneath her on the metal chair.

Another smaller orgasm rocketed through her as he positioned her on his lap and pulled her hips down while his hips thrust his cock into her still clenching core.

Once buried as deeply inside her as he could go he slid his hands to her breasts and pulled her back against his chest.

For a moment they just sat like that, unmoving as their bodies reveled in the connection between them. The a tiny aftershock of pleasure jolted Rogue’s muscles and they clamped down on him inside her causing his hips to automatically jerk upward to stay locked in her box.

Moaning even as she again cursed the lack of movement in her left hand, she curled her right arm up around his neck and turned her head so that their lips met.

It started as a gentle, loving kiss but when her body again reacted to his cock inside it their lips parted and became hungrier. Their tongues thrust against each other an intimate simulation of what their bodies would soon be doing. Her hand held his head tightly as both of his squeezed and pulled at her heavy breasts.

Quickly it became too much for them and he moved his hands to her hips to begin lifting and dropping her body on him.

In this position she could do little more than writhe against him as he directed her riding motions, but the impatient little wiggles of her hips added to both their pleasures.

Though pleasant, this was not the fucking they both needed just then and Logan suddenly withdrew from her to push her to her feet.

While she was busy gasping at the sudden emptiness without his dick buried inside her, he was wrapping both her hands low around the pole she was shackled to so that she was bent over nicely with her legs parted.

Unleashing his claws he cut off the torn remains of her shirt and thert brt bunched around her waist then stood admiring the sloping length of her back and the round globes of her tight ass. Still admiring the body only he would ever know like this, he kicked off his shoes and shoved the pants he still wore around his thighs all the way down his legs before kicking them aside.

Bending over her he took himself in hand and placed the tip of his cock against her saturated core. With a growl he sank his teeth into the pale curve of flesh where her neck and shoulder met at the exact same moment his hips thrust forward and lodged his dick as deep in her as it would go.

She went limp for a second as his actions struck just the right chord within her to make her crazy and his strong arms had to wrap around her tightly to keep her from falling.

When she recovered just enough to stand and take his thrusts he began pounding into her as the fingers of his left hand pinched at her nipples while the right hand ground against her clit.

Her hands were locked so tightly around the pole in front of her she wondered if she’d ever be able to uncurl the fingers again as his deep thrusts had her panting his name with every shakily exhaled breath.

"Say iuot;uot; he growled as he always did when their mating was so fast and furious.

Turning her head to look at him over her shoulder she didn’t hesitate to say they words she meant with every fiber of her being, "Ah’m yours, Logan."

Roaring with possession he jerked her upright against him and the pole to claim her lips for a bruising kiss that would leave her mouth red and swollen all day.

Eyes still locked over her shoulder he began slamming into her so hard her feet left the floor with each inward thrust and he hand to grip her body tightly to keep it from falling away from him.

Finally her green eyes went unseeing as they rolled back in her head, which fell limply forward on her neck, while the orgasm he’d built in her crashed through her system. Leaving her breathless, unable to speak or stand or do anything but convulse around and under him as he held her hips in place for his final push inside her.

Though her mind was too dazed to know it the feel of his come flooding hotly into her womb har bor body twitching with another climax that left her falling weakly to her knees on the floor.

After a moment Logan pulled his temporarily sated member from her still clenching puss and felt around them for the belt she’d removed earlier. With it in hand he dug out the keys to the cuffs she wore and finally opened the restraint on her left wrist, which was red and scraped from all her efforts to be free of the metal bracelet.

Frowning slightly at the nasty injury, he scooped her limp body in his arms and brought the wrist to his mouth to kiss and lick soothingly.

Rogue moaned contentedly at his ministrations and he dropped a kiss on her sweaty forehead.

Knowing she’d need a bit to recover from their session, he informed the Danger Room to end the simulation then carried her from the chamber.

As their room upstairs was near the elevator, he made no effort to conceal their nudity.

Instead he confidently strode through the underground corridors to the lift and took it up to his floor. Holding his mate tighter to his chest he opened the door and carried her into the room they’d been sharing for the two years since she’d found a way to control her mutation.

She stirred in his arms as he kicked the door shut behind them and moved toward their kind sized bed.

"Love you," she muttered tiredly against his chest.

"I love you, too, darlin’," he growled softly as he place her on the mattress.

Mine, he thought as he ripped open the last few buttons of the shirt he just realized he still wore, never taking his gaze from her body.

"We didn’t finish the game," she moaned when he joined her in the bed and pulled her against him while covering their bodies with the comforter.

"Never do," he smiled as he remembered how every one of their role-playing games ended like this.

He felt her smile as well as she pressed a kiss to his left nipple before drifting off to sleep.

This was the life, he thought as he tightened his arms around her and followed her into a brief slumber.