A Submissive's Dream (Divine Designs)

  A Submissive’s Dream

  Divine Design’s, Book Two

  By

  Maggie Ryan

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  A Submissive’s Dream: Divine Design’s, Book Two

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-62750-190-3

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  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or the spanking of minors.

  Table of contents:

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

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  Prologue

  "This house has been empty for so long," Elizabeth said. "Empty of the sound of laughter and tears. Empty of the sound of joy and screams of pleasure," she paused as he locked the door. "I will never forget the night we filled its walls with love again." Logan nodded, taking her hand in his, their fingers entwining in a connection that included their hearts and souls.

  "Liebchen," Logan said, as he led her to the car, turning back to look up at the house where she had found her freedom and learned to fly, "dreams are best when shared. They come alive and grow with the more people who are allowed to embrace them. Elizabeth, you will share your dream with so many, Haven will never again be empty of love."

  Chapter 1

  Logan came awake as he felt Elizabeth's restless stirring beside him. He looked at the clock on the bedside table and almost groaned. It was three-thirty in the morning! He must have made some small noise, for Elizabeth instantly froze beside him. He waited for a moment and realized she was actually holding her breath.

  "Schatzlein," he whispered a smile on his lips, "it is not even dawn yet. You are going to be exhausted tomorrow." Elizabeth slowly let out her pent-up breath as she realized he was fully awake.

  "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I didn't mean to wake you." Logan pulled her closer, spooning her back to his front, burying his face in the ebony black strands of her hair. Just smelling her shampoo, just feeling the soft curve of her bottom pressing into his groin instantly made his cock begin to stand at attention.

  "Is anything wrong, or are you just too restless to sleep?" he asked, his breath caressing the bare skin of her neck as he moved her hair away. Elizabeth felt her body react as she felt his tongue trace against her skin. When he blew his breath across the wetness, her nipples hardened and her sex moistened. Despite the incredible session they had shared earlier this evening, she was instantly ready for him. From the feel of his cock pressing against the divide of her bottom, he was just as ready for her. God, this man could reduce her to a quivering pile of Jell-O simply by breathing.

  "Nothing could be wrong. You are here," she said and shivered as he took just the tip of her earlobe between his teeth and gnawed very gently before nipping harder. "I just can't shut down my head." Elizabeth moaned deep in her throat, attempting to turn towards him so that he would kiss her. He was an amazing kisser, and she ached to feel his lips on hers, demanding she allow him whatever he desired.

  "Stay still," Logan said, as he continued his assault on her ear and neck. He knew it was an order that drove her wild—knew it would take concentration on her part to obey. The first spanking she had ever received from him had been for disobeying his command to not move. Though the order was difficult to obey, Logan knew it also heightened her every sense and effectively turned her to putty in his hands. His lips curved up slightly as she whimpered just the smallest bit before she returned to her original position. Logan teased her for several additional minutes until she could not remain still, her small, very beautiful bottom wiggling, pressing against his body just the slightest bit as if seeking what she knew she needed and knowing this man was the only one who could give it to her.

  "Naughty," Logan whispered, biting her neck just a bit harder, holding her skin until she whimpered again. He knew it wasn't hurting her physically—it was driving her out of her mind with need. "We have a very full day tomorrow," Logan said softly, one hand moving down her side with deliberate slowness. "We had a very eventful evening, didn't we Elizabeth?" he asked, wanting to chuckle, knowing that if he could see her face, he would find her eyes glazed, her brow a bit furrowed as she attempted to drag her mind from what her body sought, so that she might engage in the conversation. Logan licked her neck again and felt her body jerk just the slightest. Elizabeth felt her entire body quivering with his touch, his hand coming around her body to gently cup a breast. Again she held her breath, her nipple tightening further in lustful anticipation that it would soon be captured by his fingers. Logan could easily feel her trembling as he used his thumb to gently flick across the turgid tip of her nipple. She instantly arched, her bottom pressing harder into his groin as she pressed her soft breast into his hard hand. She whimpered again when he chuckled and left her breast and nipple aching with the departure of his warm and caressing touch. Logan slid his hand once more down her side into the gentle dip that was her waist. After gently caressing the goose-pebbled skin of her waist, his hand moved up the curve of her hip, settling on the very crest, his fingers spreading as he stroked her velvet skin. Her breath was coming in short pants, her need making it impossible to not move, to not squirm just the tiniest bit with her intense arousal.

  "Naughty girl," he whispered directly into her ear as his hand continued its slide down her hip, cupping the small cheek, his fingers softly tracing over the few remaining ridges left by the spanking.

  "I suppose your spanking simply wasn't enough to teach you to obey me, was it, Schatzlein," he purred, as he gently raked his fingernails across a slightly raised ridge. Her bottom bucked, and a soft moan caused his cock to jerk against her body.

  As Elizabeth moaned, her sex flooded, and she pushed against him, no longer caring about his teasing. Her entire being was screaming for her to do something—anything—to make him touch her harder, take her as he desired, but by God, those barely-there fingers, those soft, feathering touches were going to be the end of her.

  "Please," she whispered. "Sir, please …"

  "Tell me, Liebchen," Logan instructed, as his finger tip began to slowly trace the divide of her bottom, her legs trembling as if wishing to either run or fling themselves open for his hand. "What happens to naughty little girls who wake up their fiancés? What happens to naughty little bottoms when they aren't still when ordered? Hmmmm?" he asked, his tongue dipping into her ear just the slightest bit, his questions breathed directly into the delicate pink s
hell.

  "They … they get span … spanked," Elizabeth moaned, her insides churning, fearing she would climax before he ever touched her. As his finger found the small hidden entrance to her bottom and began circling the puckered rim, she longed to both pull away and press against the invading digit.

  "That's right, little one," Logan said and felt her freeze completely as his finger tapped harder against her bottom-hole. "Naughty little ones who need reminders to be good girls get punished." Elizabeth's moan sent a shiver down his spine, her need apparent in the deep-throated sound. He was so achingly proud of her. She was learning to let go, learning she was safe with him, learning he would die before allowing anything to hurt her.

  "Is that what you need, Schatzlein?" he asked, knowing she would be warring with herself to answer. She was wired to both crave and abhor spankings. When she had played in the clubs, any scene in which she participated always included a spanking. The one time he had stood in the shadows and witnessed her scene, she had taken not only a spanking but a pretty intense paddling as well. Logan knew most women would never have tolerated such discomfort. Even Submissives often would yell their safe word if their bottoms were paddled as hard as Ethan had paddled Elizabeth. Elizabeth had recently discovered erotic spankings at Logan's hands, those spankings where you cried, not only from the pain, but from the sexual release that always accompanied them. She referred to those as his 'special spankings'. While she would always willingly submit to such a spanking, she was never sure if that would be the type of spanking she would receive.

  Logan knew she was also wired to need the emotional cleansing a spanking gave her. She accepted too much guilt about things beyond her control as far as Logan was concerned. She tended to worry and work herself into a frenzy trying to please everyone. Well, everyone except for herself. Logan was attempting to teach her that she was a very special woman, and while it was important to help people if she was capable, a higher priority had to be in taking care of herself. When she became frustrated or seemed to freeze from feeling inadequate, Logan had learned that a firm spanking, done with his hand, her hairbrush, or a paddle would allow her to cry, opening the floodgates of her emotions. Once allowed up, her bottom hot, she was in a much better frame of mind, more centered and grateful for the release.

  Punishment spankings were another matter. While she had a built-in craving for getting her bottom blistered, she had learned quickly that punishment spankings were exactly that—punishment. Those spankings were not simply to remind her to behave or take better care of herself. They weren't given to allow her release of tension or to center her mind. Punishment spankings were in one person's complete control, and that person was definitely not the one being spanked. Those spankings were administered by her fiancé in various positions, with various implements.

  Logan would discuss exactly what she had done to earn what he referred to as a 'lesson'. He would either hold her on his lap or between his knees, talking and making her discuss what she had done, why she had done it and what would she do the next time she was faced with the same situation. Elizabeth always tried to listen and take away the proper lesson, but, if she were honest, the moment he informed her she needed or was going to have a lesson, she felt her heart stutter and her bottom clench. While all of his spankings left her bottom warm and at least a bit pink, the last category left her butt a hot, throbbing, swollen mass of pain that made sitting uncomfortable for several days. Logan knew that—even though she understood this about her own psyche—she still had a hard time accepting her need.

  "Honey," he gently prompted, "Elizabeth, do you need a spanking so that you can relax and get some sleep?" Logan asked, his voice soft and soothing. She seemed to be weighing the question as if it were the most important question of mankind. When he felt her nod her head just a bit, he smiled and moved his finger from the cleft of her bottom.

  "Clarity, Liebchen," he whispered, cupping her buttock again, squeezing it gently.

  "Y … yes, Sir," she whispered, "Please … please, Logan … will you give me a spank … spanking?"

  Logan moved to sit and slid up the bed until his back rested against the headboard. Elizabeth didn't dare move on her own, waiting to see what would be required of her. He looked down at her lying on her side, her body quivering with need. He was hugely erect but knew she needed him to tend to her before he buried himself inside her body.

  "Over my lap," he said softly, guiding her as she turned and began to move into position. She was soon over his lap, his erection trapped between his stomach and her hip. Seeing it had caused another rush of desire to coat her pussy. Her arousal and love for this man only grew knowing he was deliberately postponing his own desire in order to give her what she so desperately needed.

  "Open your legs, Elizabeth," Logan said, his voice husky as he watched her obediently slide her legs apart. He could easily see the evidence of her arousal, her lips and thighs glistening from her wetness.

  He began to stroke across her bare bottom, his hand warming her skin as she moaned beneath his caress. Logan believed in stoking her anticipation to the point where Elizabeth often wanted to demand he hurry, to finish and end the frustration of not knowing what would happen next. But Logan was a man who believed in taking his own sweet time. When he had this beautiful woman under him, beside him, or over his lap, she was his entire world. He believed she deserved no less than his full attention. He grinned, thinking that for every moment he delayed, her desire would ratchet up just that much more.

  "You are beautiful, Elizabeth," he said as he continued to move his large hand all over her bottom. "Your bottom is beautiful, but," he said as he lifted his hand, "I find it even more beautiful when it is covered a nice, rosy color that will match the flush your arousal paints onto your face." With his words, Elizabeth lifted her hips as if to meet his hand. When he struck her for the first time, she almost came. Logan had a way of making every finger of his spread hand connect with her skin in a sharp way that the slap left perfect imprints on her bottom. When she felt his hand immediately begin to rub and caress the pain away, Elizabeth closed her eyes, and the sound she made was beautiful. This was to be a special spanking, one where her bottom would indeed end up a rosy hue of pink and she would indeed cry; however, once Logan was done spanking, he would roll her beneath him and drive into her hard and fast, making love to her until she was spent and exhausted.

  Logan spanked her slowly. He loved hearing her sharp intake of breath as his hand slapped down onto her bottom with a loud, smacking sound. She would gasp out a quick yelp of pain, which was almost immediately followed by a soft moan when his hand caressed the imprint he had just made. Neither spoke as two-dozen swats were given and received. Elizabeth felt her bottom begin to heat with the spanking, the heat seeming to be drawn into her body and sent directly out through her spread legs. She expected Logan to begin to play between her legs, to give her the release she craved. She remembered the first time he had ever given her this type of spanking. It had been in the limo coming back from the play 'Wicked'. The night had been the most incredible one of her life. She had already been in love with him before he ever told her to remove her panties in the car. However, after that night she knew she could never imagine being able to live without this one man sharing her life forever. Sighing, she turned her head back and looked over her shoulder to see Logan looking directly at her. His deep blue eyes were bright, his lips curved into a smile. Elizabeth felt her own lips curve and then open wider when his hand landed again with a very loud crack against her ass.

  "Owww," she moaned, the last slap burning hottest on her bottom. Logan spanked her again; her bottom bounced and then was caressed by his hand. Elizabeth knew she wasn't in control, knew he would spank her until he was ready to let her up. She laid her cheek onto the sheet beneath her and unconsciously put her right hand behind her, her fingers spread wide.

  Logan saw her hand and knew she was silently reaching out for connection. Since she was lying over his lap wi
th the bed supporting her, he didn't need to worry as much about keeping her in position as he would if she were hanging over his knees. He moved his free hand to hers, entwining his fingers with her small ones. She clung to his hand and pushed her now-pink bottom up higher. Logan had no need for her to verbalize what she sought. He brought his hand down a bit harder, a bit faster as he began to move the spanking to a close. Elizabeth moaned and jerked a bit, her fingers clenching his, her bottom on its way to a deeper shade of red.

  Logan's spanking covered her entire bottom again, and then he rested his palm onto her hot skin. His fingers lightly stroked her before dragging down the cleft between her buttocks. Elizabeth jerked just the tiniest bit as she realized what he was doing. Logan had been very surprised to discover that she was an anal virgin. Not only was she almost twenty-six years old, she was a woman who had played in various clubs as a willing Submissive. It was simply amazing to Logan, a Dominant, that this little beauty had not ever been taken anally.

  Logan moved his finger down the entire divide of her bottom, pausing at her anus to gently circle the rim. He heard her quick intake of breath and felt her body clench. He smiled as he felt her relax when he continued his finger's journey by leaving her bottom-hole to slide down further until he could feel both the slickness and the heat from her sex. Elizabeth didn't gasp or clench as his fingers began to play, to tease, to torture as they slid through her soaking pussy. She moaned and lifted her hips as if to force the intruder deep into her aching body. She spread her legs even further, allowing access to whatever her Master wanted from her needy sex.

  "Please," she said, her body on fire as he slid just the tip of one finger inside her lips. "Ohhhhh, God, please," she began, but then gasped loudly as his finger, now very slick with her juices, moved back to the spot she considered taboo, one area she had never been able to feel relaxed about. When she felt him coat her small opening with her own cream, returning to gather more until his finger had made a half-dozen trips, she began to clench.