You Know Me

Okay, so I lied. Sue me. I had a chapter that I liked and felt like I wanted to share, so I'm posting it. Seriously though, I'm hitting a wall with this one and it may still be a few days. I'm not sure where this is going to go and I'm having trouble with it, so please, bear with me. I am trying.


Beneath the heated spray of the shower Marie always had managed to find her center. The steaming shower stall had become her Zen place. It was the one and only place in the world where she could relax, where she could touch herself freely if she wanted to and feel sexy and womanly and all of the other things that she’d never allowed herself to feel openly in front of others.

This time was no different. In the small confines of the shower stall she allowed herself to float above the floor and closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation, knowing that she was safe there, because there was no where she could go. She spun and turned, flipping over and rinsing certain spots VERY well. She felt like a mermaid swimming in a tank with no water, flipping and turning, arching around in the small enclosed space, swimming through the air like a fish would in water. In spite of the feelings of guilt that lurked in the back ground of her heart, she found herself having fun with this power of flight.

When she’d finally had enough and reached for the towel, opening the shower door to step out she couldn’t help melting a little at the smile Logan wore from the door way. He’d been watching her, having returned with two plates and a pitcher of juice.

“That was, hands down, the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He groaned as she floated across the bathroom to slide naked and wet into his arms.

“You know, Sugah, I used to have this fantasy about one of those sex swing contraptions. Well, not really a fantasy so much as a fascination. I had to wonder what they were meant to accomplish. Now I know, except I don’t need one. I think you and I are going to have a fun morning.”

“Yeah?” He grinned with an intriguing glint in his eye.

“Yeah. Just as soon as I eat and brush my teeth.”

They both made short work of eating, being eager for other things, casting lustful glances at each other across the table. Marie would let her toes travel up the length of Logan’s leg beneath the table sending him jumping as she hit a particularly sensitive spot, then she would playfully act like she had no idea what he meant when he scolded her for it. Who knew the man was ticklish?

Marie teasingly took her time brushing her teeth after eating, using the timer on her electric toothbrush to be certain that she was torturing him completely. Well, that was the plan anyway, until Logan stalked up behind her in the bathroom, “Rinse now.” He growled as he ran his neatly trimmed fingernails down her spine.

Marie shivered and nearly choked on her toothpaste as she bent over to spit into the sink. She sipped water and swished it around her mouth, watching Logan intently in the mirror as she did until she spat the water in the sink and wiped her face on the hand towel she always kept on the vanity.

She planted her palms on the granite tile of the counter and arched a brow at Logan in the mirror. “I’ve been a bad girl, Daddy.” She whispered.

A rumbling growl slowly erupted from Logan’s chest, starting as low purr, building until his teeth bared and his claws sprang forth from his knuckles. If he’d had a mane, she knew it would have been standing straight up on end, hackles up, but she could see instead that his entire body was covered in “goose flesh”. The man was sexier than anyone had a right to be.

She shivered as a small touch of fear surged through her at the sight of those adamantium blades. This was Logan and she knew, deep down, that he’d never harm her, but the danger those shining claws represented sent a thrill of awareness surging up her spine, tingling over her thighs and centering finally in her crotch, bringing with it a surge of moisture and a catch in her breath.

He took a deep breath and looked at his hands, consciously drawing the blades back inside where they belonged. Intently he trailed his hands down over her hips and back up over her stomach and her ribs to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples just hard enough to draw a gasp from her as she squeezed her thighs tightly together, enjoying the exquisite torment of being with him.

“Am I going to have to spank you again, Little Girl?” He growled as he leaned over her and sank his teeth into the crook of her neck, not breaking the skin, but definitely making her feel it.

Marie gasped as a small orgasm rippled through her body, weakening her knees. More wetness surged from her body, preparing her for sex and leaving her trembling. The scent emanating from her crotch was enough to drive Logan into a feral frenzy, but he wasn’t about to just use his Marie as a quick fuck. She would never be that and he would never use her that way, no matter how horny he got, no matter how much that animalistic need to mate with her surged through him. Anticipation was the best part of sex. Knowing that the culmination of one’s desires was at hand, but knowing that you had to work your way up to it, that was what made it all worth it as far as he was concerned.

“God yes, Master. I’ve been so naughty.” She purred as he nibbled at the nape of her neck turning her into a quivering mass of jelly. “Spank me.” She breathed.

Logan ran his hand down over the cheeks of ass, grazing her skin with his fingernails, scratching her gently before drawing back and delivering a stinging open handed slap on the globe of flesh.

Marie jumped and gasped at the delicious sting of pain. “Ohhhh!”

He gave the other cheek equal attention. “Put your hands up on the other side of the sink.”

Marie leaned further forward until her hands were against the backsplash and met Logan’s gaze in the mirror.

“Don’t move.” He commanded as he stepped out of the bathroom and went to the closet where he retrieved the ping pong paddle from his bag.

When he returned to the bathroom he stood behind her. “Spread your legs.”

Marie did as he bade her, moving her feet further apart.

“Now I want to see that ass in the air.”

Once again she did as he commanded and tipped her hips until she should could feel her sex exposed to his view and accessible to be paddled the way he liked it.

“Spank me, Logan.” She groaned breathlessly, her body quivering with anticipation.

Logan stroked the plastic coated surface of the paddle over her ass, meeting her gaze in the mirror as he drew back and swatted her across both cheeks.

“Oh!” She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed momentarily. “More!”

He placed a hand at the small of her back and arched a brow at her in the mirror before he drew back and spanked her repeatedly landing blows across her ass several times before lowering the paddle and changing his angle so that his swats left the lips of her pussy stinging deliciously.