The Dinner Party

 

Rogue’s day had started out normal enough. She had woken shortly after dawn with the remains of a pleasant dream still lingering in her head. Stretching sinuously, her body still tingling from what she suspected was an after effect of an erotic dream. Much more pleasant than the nightmares that so often plagued her in the night. She felt surprisingly well rested and with a light smile on her face, she climbed out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to shower and prepare for the busy day she had ahead of her.

 

 

After a relaxing hot shower, she stood before her closet trying to decide what to wear that day. As she rejected outfit after outfit, she came upon the plastic zipped bag which contained her dress that she would be wearing to the dinner that was planned for that evening. Red velvet. The color reminding her of candied apples and the fabric seemed to call to her to rub her cheeks upon it. The neck line was low and would expose the tops of her milky white breasts. The bottom of the dress ended slightly above the knee and would show legs that were well toned and that appeared to never end. It was a daring dress for her to wear. The girl with the untouchable skin wearing a dress that begged to be touched. She loved the dress, even though the prospect of wearing it frightened her a little. 

 

 

Her smile faltered a little as she thought about the reason for the dinner party. Logan. He had returned three days ago and had yet to say one word to her. The greeting she had received was a glance and a nod, and then he turned his back to her and walked away. Rogue couldn’t fathom why he would treat her in such a callous manner and didn’t like the feeling of hurt he induced. She had been tempted to not attend his welcome home dinner, but upon finding the red dress, she couldn’t resist the chance to dress up and show everyone how grown up she had become. Her smile firmly back in place, she chose her outfit and left the room to begin her day. 

 

 

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She hesitated at the entrance of the dining room to smooth down her dress with shaking hands and to get her raging emotions under control. She clenched her sticky thighs together in an attempt to keep the evidence of what had just happened to her from trickling down her legs. She could do nothing to hide her flushed cheeks or swollen lips, and she held out the vain hope that no one would notice. 

 

 

She entered the room and the rich smells of the prepared food assaulted her, increasing the fluttering in her stomach dramatically. She could only pray that she would make it through this dinner without incident. She made her way toward the table and congratulated herself for making it to her customary seat without stumbling. The smile she had manufactured was beginning to make her face hurt and she began wishing that dinner would be served so she could let it slip from her face. 

 

 

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The dinner party was scheduled to begin at 7:00 that evening. Rogue made it back to her room at 5:30 and began to get ready. She now stood looking at herself in the mirror and was pleased with the result of her efforts. Chestnut hair piled on her head, ringlets of white framing her face. Her eyes shined with pleasure and her cherry red lips parted in a smile. Red velvet covered her slender, but curvaceous body. She lifted the skirt and giggled at the sight of her gartered stockings she had decided to wear instead of nylons. They made her feel decadent and sexy. The only damper on her spirits was the thoughts of seeing Logan. The sting of his coldness still piercing her soul. 

 

 

A knock on her door took her by surprise for she was not expecting anyone to stop by. She opened the door and started at the sight of Logan on the other side. He ran his eyes up and down her body, in a way that made her blush, before pushing his way into her room. Rogue backed away from him and he grinned in a way that made her shiver. The look on his face, that of a starving man looking at a full course meal, confused her. The back of her knees hit an obstacle and she took her eyes off of him to see what it was. Logan took the opportunity to push her back onto the bed.

 

 

“Open for me” 

 

 

He was gazing down at her as though she was his for the taking. His gazed swept down her body, taking in her long legs, heaving breasts and coming to rest upon her face, which she was sure revealed not only her surprise, but also a hint of lust. He placed a hand upon each of her knees and pushed slightly, his voice low and husky above her.

 

 

“Open for me Rogue.”

 

 

She looked up at him, seeing anticipation glowing in his eyes and slowly parted her legs. He ran his hands down her thighs, feeling the silk she had clad her legs in. He lowered his head, brushing her lace covered mound with his lips, the sensation of his hot breath striking her skin making her jerk her hips upward. Pleasure hummed through every nerve in her body when she felt his tongue force its way between her labia. A moan escaped her and her body trembled and jerked when he enclosed her clitoris and rolled it between the soft flesh of his lips. Her thighs shook violently, her fingers digging into the bed. Her moans growing louder as her lolled to the side and the world went white behind her eyelids as her body vibrated with pleasure.

 

 

Opening her eyes as she tried to catch her breath, she watched as he undid his pants. Her eyes widened as he revealed his hardness, the look on her face one of frightened awe. He knelt down, hooking his arms under knees to open her wider as he positioned himself, ready to take her.

 

 

“Are you a virgin?” She closed her eyes and nodded her head, fear and lust at war with each other making her shake beneath him. “Good.”

 

 

And with that he pressed himself into her body, pain slicing through her as he slid further and further inside of her. He pressed on, burying his head in her neck, sucking violently when he was buried to the hilt.

 

 

It was unbearable, the pain of being stretched burning through her. It was too much, the closeness of him, the glorious feeling of having someone finally touching her in such an intimate manner. That the someone was Logan made her feel happy and sad at the same time. She wanted it to end so that she could hide in her room and try to figure out what this all meant. She wanted it to go on forever. The feelings he was causing her body to have made her crave more already. She was addicted and he wasn’t even done yet. She wanted to touch him, taste him, and feel him.

 

 

He slowly circled his hips, driving deeper inside her and a moan of pain slipped from her lips and she wondered if the burning would soon stop. With a growl, he pulled almost all the way out of her body before slamming back in

Almost violently. She felt on fire where their bodies were joined as he continued thrusting. Each thrust seemed more brutal than the last and she felt helpless, completely at his mercy.

 

 

Suddenly he pulled out of her and ripped the condom off, continuing to thrust into his hand. His face a grimace of pleasure, he came, gripping her thigh so tightly she yelped. She felt hot sticky wetness upon her mound and the insides of her thighs as he held onto her tight, his orgasm seeming to never end.

 

 

Finally his grip on her relaxed, letting her legs fall on either side of him. He just looked at her, an unreadable expression on his face. He pulled up his pants, straightening him appearance back to normal before he finally spoke.

 

 

“It’s almost 7:00 Rogue. You’d better go.”

 

 

She gaped at him and then stood, pulling her dress down to cover herself as she turned to head toward the bathroom to clean up. Her mind felt numb and her body ached as well as her heart. He grabbed her, turning her toward the door, his breath hot in her ear. “No time. You’ll haveta go as is.” She tried to turn toward him, but he kept steering her toward the door, opening it and guiding her out. His hand slid down her body giving her behind a firm squeeze before he turned and strode away in the opposite direction.

 

 

She stood in the hall, dazed and confused. She had given Logan her virginity. It was her most pathetic dream come true. In a sick twisted way she thought that it had happened how it was suppose to be. She shuddered as she remembered the pleasure of his mouth upon her, but the pain of the actual act had been brutal. She decided that thoughts like these would have to wait until after she had made it through the damn dinner party.

 

 

 

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She didn't notice the chair next to her being taken until she felt a heavy hand land on her thigh. She froze knowing who it was without having to look and she fought to keep her breathing even. The hand was slowly pulling her dress up, exposing more and more of her seemingly unending legs. Cool air hit the sticky wetness on her thighs making her shiver, knowing he felt it when she heard the low growl near her ear. She jumped in her seat when the hand began to pry her legs apart. She tried to hold them together, almost crying out when he squeezed her leg, pinching it hard. Another bruise to add to her ever growing collection. 

 

 

She peered at him out of the corner of her eye and her mouth dropped open at the sight of her missing panties, the red silk peeking slightly from his shirt pocket. Another hard squeeze to her leg refocused her attention back to her dilemma at hand. His voice, low and husky in her ear makes her face flush even more. 

 

 

"Open for me Rogue."

 

Without thought, she did.