“It ain’t nice to tease a Wolverine, girl.”
Logan’s voice startled Marie out of her thoughts. She’d been
sprawled on one of the library couches, reading a book. She hadn’t even
heard him approach, and now he was so close that his breath stroked
across her ear.
“Wh- what?” She looked up at him with those startled doe eyes of
hers. Normally one look could melt Logan’s resolve, but he’d spent the
last two weeks under assault and he was ready for a little pay back.
Rogue’s sessions with the Professor had taken a sudden turn, she
had made a lot of progress in a short time. Ever since he’d come back.
Two weeks ago, amid much hugging and screaming, she had announced to
the
school that she had full control over her powers. That’s when it
started. At first she was coy enough for it to be mistaken as accident
or coincidence. A gentle brush of fingers on his wrist, her breasts
pressing against his back as she slid behind him to reach the other
side
of the kitchen counter.
A few days later she seemed to become more bold. She would seek him
out and obviously flirt with him, not that he minded the attention. Her
touches became both more frequent and more intimate. A kiss on the
cheek
that missed and almost, but not quite, brushed his lips or her hands
briefly sliding over his rear when he gave her a hug. Still flattering,
still tolerable. Not the worst that his Marie could come up with.
The night before she had come to his room claiming she’d had a
nightmare and asking to stay with him. It was something they had done
even when she was still untouchable, neither was afraid of the other.
As
per their routine, when she had come to his room, he invited her in,
tucked her into bed and cradled her in his arms like a child. Or at
least some time in the past he had thought of it that way. Children do
not attempt to do the things she did, nor do they just happen to find
certain places of his anatomy in their “sleep” and stroke them.
Needless
to say he had not slept.
A cranky Wolverine is bad, but normal. A cranky, sexually
frustrated and sleep deprived Wolverine is something that any person in
their right mind would run from. Fast. Marie had never been in her
right
mind, she wasn’t going to change now. “You heard me, girl.”
She had no idea just how much trouble she was in. “Ah haven’t been
doin’ anythin’ wrong, Logan.”
“You just keep tellin' yourself that, little girl.”
Just as he had known she would, Marie propelled herself off the
couch to round on him. She opened her mouth to unleash a string of
curses at him, but he was faster. “How dare you even-” Was as far as
she
got before he moved behind her, clasping a rag over her nose and mouth.
Her world went dark as the chloroform did it’s work, and he caught her
in his arms as her body fell towards the ground.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Rogue’s first though on awakening was that she was cold. Her second
was to notice that she was naked. She tried to sit up and found she
couldn’t. After she opened her eyes, it took her a full minute for the
current situation to register.
She was indeed naked. She was also chained to some kind of frame in
the shape of a giant X. Her wrists and ankles were held in place with
heavy black leather restraints. That was just the beginning. The room
itself made her nervous. What kind of person left whips and chains
strewn across the floor and on the tops of several chests?
“Logan!” Marie’s eyes widened when her last few moments of
consciousness returned to her. “Where are you, you low down, sneaky,
son
of a-”
“Ah ah ah. Language, Marie. Don’t make me gag that pretty little
mouth of yours.” His voice came from behind her a moment before he
stepped into view. He was clad only in a pair of blue jeans, a sight
that would normally make her toes c-u-rl but at the moment she was too
furious to care.
“What the hell do you think you’re doin’?”
“Givin’ you exactly what you want. You want the Wolverine? You
think you can handle all of me? Let’s find out.”
She swallowed. Hard. Several times. “What d’you mean?”
“No talking. Or I’ll punish you.” He moved out of her line of
sight, then was suddenly behind her, sliding a silk scarf over her eyes
and carefully tying it in place.
“Logan, don’t-”
THWACK! The sting of the whip traveled from her thigh to radiate
through her entire body causing her to gasp.
“That’s one. Count ‘em or you’ll get more.”
“O-one...”
THWACK! “T-two...”
He continued her punishment, letting the painful caress of the whip
travel across her thighs, her stomach, her shoulders and her breasts.
He
paid careful attention to the latter area. Marie’s breasts were a sight
to behold, especially now, striped red from the lash he was holding.
“Twenty-five...”
Logan let the whip drop to the floor and leaned forward, capturing
one of her nipples in his mouth. Marie moaned, believing her punishment
to be over. He teased at the hardening peak, reaching over to toy with
it’s twin. After a short time, he moved his mouth to her other nipple,
flicking his fingertips over the first. When he drew back, she
whimpered.
Rogue leaned her head back against the wood, listening to Logan
moving around the room. She heard soft footsteps, the sound of a drawer
opening, and a soft clinking sound. He moved back to where she was
bound, she could feel the heat of his body before he ever touched her.
Something cool and cold slid across her nipple. She felt a gentle
pressure which quickly turned into a painful pinching sensation. Logan
repeated the process on the other breast, then released a chain of some
sort, leaving it to hang down across her belly. The added weight of the
chain caused the pinching to quickly become even more painful. “Logan!”
She gasped desperately.
He moved back a few steps to admire his work so far. Rogue was
writhing in her bonds, the nipple clamps gleaming against her pale
skin. “Somethin’ wrong, baby?”
“What’re you doin’ to me?”
“Torturin’ you, darlin’. Doin’ to you whatever I want. You’ve been
askin’ for it. Now be quiet like a good girl until I tell ya you can
talk again.”
Biting her lip to keep more questions at bay, Marie listened
carefully to try and figure out what he would do to her next. She felt
him wrap a leather strap around her waist and then between her thighs,
tightening it around something cold and hard pressed directly against
her clit. After he was sure the object wouldn’t move and was positioned
to his liking, he moved away from her. The creak of wood suggested that
he was sitting down. The flick of a match sounded, and then air was
filled with his cigar smoke. They sat there in silence like this for a
few moments.
Logan leaned back in his chair watching the subtle movements of
Marie’s body, ignoring the way his cock strained against the zipper of
his jeans. When he gauged the time to be right, he lifted a small
plastic remote control and pressed a button. Immediately the small
vibrator strapped against Marie began emitting a low buzzing sound. He
increased the power slowly until the hum had greatly increased it’s
volume. Deciding it was high enough for the moment, Logan leaned back
to
enjoy the show.
Marie gasped as the contraption sprang to life, pleasure washing
through her body, mingling with the pain in her breasts and
intensifying
both sensations. The vibrations increased in power until it was nearly
unbearable. She had never felt anything like what her body was
experiencing now. Writhing in the bonds holding her in place, she
unsuccessfully struggled to escape Logan’s torment. The sensations
spiraled upwards, carrying her with it until she was mindless with a
pleasure bordering on pain. She felt wetness pool and slide down her
thighs, and her body begin to tense, preparing for something unknown.
When her body began to arch and tremble, Logan switched off the
vibrator. He inhaled deeply of her scent, waiting until she began to
calm, then turning the device back on again at a higher setting. He
repeated the process several times, bringing her closer and closer to
release but never allowing her to achieve what her body was straining
for. Marie writhed, arched, sobbed and begged all to no avail.
Finally he stood, moving to stand in front of her once more. “You
were supposed to be quiet darlin’. Yer bein’ a bad girl. And bad girls
get punished.”
Marie whimpered softly, her hips rocking back and forth in
desperation. “Please, Logan, please. Ah’ll do anythin’...”
“I know you will. That ain’t the point.” Reaching down, he slowly
drew the zipper of his jeans down, deliberately prolonging the noise.
He
let the material pool at his feet, then kicked it away. He carefully
unfastened the straps around her waist, removing them, holding the
vibrator against her himself. Still holding the controller, her flipped
it back on, turned it to the highest setting , then tossed it over his
shoulder.
Marie could feel his breath against her ear as he whispered. “Don’t
come until I tell you to...” She swallowed hard and nodded, feeling
hard
pressed against her leg. Her whole body was on fire, and something
began
to build inside of her like before. Only this time it wasn’t stopping.
Logan felt her explode against him, her body convulsing against the
vibrator he still held to her clit. He reached up and grasped the
chain,
murmuring “I told you not to come until I told you to, Marie...” in her
ear before pulling it firmly, snapping the clamps off of her nipples,
causing her to arch sharply upward and cry out. He threw both the chain
and the vibrator across the room, grasping her hips and thrusting
inside
of her firmly and quickly, holding still until her muscles relaxed
around him and he was certain the pain was gone.
Her body was still trembling with pleasure when she felt him
suddenly ram himself inside of her. Pain accompanied his intrusion, but
was quickly gone, leaving behind the sensation of Logan, inside of her,
filling her. He began to thrust and she was lost in the feeling, crying
out when his chest crushed her still sensitive nipples.
Logan groaned. Everything about his Marie was erotic, and she felt
so damn good. He moaned her name as he continued to thrust inside of
her, driving as deep as he could, losing himself in her silky wetness,
until he felt her spasm around him, squeezing as she orgasmed from the
feel of him inside her. With a groan that was close to a howl, he
plunged inside of her and let himself explode inside of her, burying
his
head in the side of her neck and biting until he tasted the copper of
blood filling his mouth.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Logan slowly levered himself away from Marie’s body, gazing down at
her flushed face. She was still breathing hard. Heh. Gently he slid the
blindfold from her eyes and unfastened the heavy leather straps holding
her to the wooden frame, catching her before she could fall to the
floor.
“Logan...?”
“Yeah, darlin’. I’m here.” He carried her over to a corner of the
room she hadn’t seen before. A red silk comforter was lying on the
ground with a mound of pillows. Logan carefully placed her on the soft
surface before stretching out beside her.
“Are we done?”
“For now, baby. Get some sleep. Ya need it.”
“’Kay...” She let her eyes slowly drift shut. “Ah love you, you
know that right?”
He nodded. “I know.” It wasn’t time to tell her yet. There would be
room for that later. Right now it was better to just enjoy the moment.
“Why’d ya do this? Why now?”
He grinned, pulling her closer to him. “You should know, Marie. I
shoulda done worse to ya after the stunt ya pulled last night. Tease.”
Rogue smiled again. “So it did work. Good. Ah’d hate to think it’d
been for nothin’. All that plannin’...”
“Better watch it, girl, or else.”
“Anytime you want, sugah. Anytime...”
In a quick movement, her rolled on top of her, holding his weight
off of her with his forearms. “How about now...”
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Story Notes:
This was written for the Opening Line Challenge. It was not beta’d. If there are errors it is entirely my fault.