His hands tightened hard on her plump ass, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh as he pulled her down onto him in one powerful motion.

Daenerys cried out in pleasure as his thick cock speared into her soaked pussy, stretching her tight walls around his girth until he was buried to the hilt.

"Ahh—! Master...!" she moaned, her head falling back, exposing the elegant line of her collared throat.

Logan groaned deeply, eyes squeezed shut for a moment as her scorching, velvety heat enveloped him completely.

For several seconds he simply held her there, breathing ragged, fighting the overwhelming urge to lose control. But Daenerys wasn’t letting him retreat back into hesitation.

She began rolling her hips again, riding him with slow, deliberate circles, her heavy breasts bouncing inches from his face.

The silver clamps on her flushed nipples tugged with every movement, sending sharp sparks of pain-laced pleasure through her body.

"Use the leash," she whispered breathlessly into his ear, guiding his hand to the black leather strap dangling between her breasts. "I want you to control me... Please, Master."

Logan’s fingers wrapped around the leash. He gave it a tentative tug. Daenerys’s eyes fluttered, a needy whimper escaping her lips as the collar tightened around her slender neck.

Emboldened by her reaction, he pulled harder. The collar dug into her skin, forcing her head slightly forward as she rode him faster.

Her pussy clenched greedily around his cock with every bounce, dripping slick juices down his shaft and onto his thighs.

"You really prepared all of this... for me?" Logan rasped, voice thick with lust and disbelief.

His free hand came down in a firm smack on her ass, the sound echoing through the candlelit room.

Daenerys moaned louder, her pace faltering for a moment before she ground down even harder.

"Yes, Master... I’m your toy tonight. Your submissive little slut. Use me however you need."

Logan’s hesitation cracked further. He yanked the leash again, pulling her forward so he could capture one clamped nipple between his lips.

He sucked hard, teeth grazing the sensitive bud while his tongue flicked the metal clamp. Daenerys arched her back, crying out as pain and pleasure blended perfectly.

He switched to the other breast, biting and tugging while his hand delivered another sharp spank to her jiggling ass cheek, then another, and another. Her skin bloomed with faint red handprints.

Daenerys’s riding grew more desperate. She braced her hands on his shoulders, slamming herself down onto his cock with wet, obscene sounds.

Every time she bottomed out, the leash pulled tight, choking her moans into broken, erotic whimpers.

Logan finally stood up, still buried deep inside her. Daenerys instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her toward the bedroom, leash still firmly in his grip. Each step made his cock shift inside her, rubbing against her most sensitive spots.

He laid her down on the edge of the bed but didn’t pull out. Instead, he hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half as he began thrusting.

The new angle let him drive even deeper, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with every powerful stroke.

"Look at me," he ordered, voice hoarse.

Daenerys obeyed, her emerald eyes glassy with lust, mascara already beginning to run. Her full lips were parted, tongue slightly out as she took every deep thrust.

Logan reached down and twisted both nipple clamps at the same time.

Daenerys screamed in ecstasy, her pussy spasming wildly around him as her first orgasm crashed through her.

Clear juices squirted around his cock, soaking his pelvis and the sheets beneath them.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept fucking her through her climax, slower now, savoring the way her walls fluttered and milked him. Daenerys trembled beneath him, overstimulated and panting.

"Too much... Master... I’m still cumming—" she whimpered.

Logan leaned down, biting the side of her neck just above the collar. "You wanted this. You set all of this up. Now you’re going to take everything I give you."

He pulled out suddenly, making her whine at the emptiness. Flipping her onto her stomach, he yanked her hips up until she was on all fours, ass raised high. The leash was pulled back like reins as he slammed back into her from behind.

The new position let him go harder. Skin slapped loudly against skin. Daenerys’s face was pressed into the mattress, ass rippling with every brutal thrust while Logan used the leash to arch her back perfectly.

He reached around and played with her swollen clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles while continuing to pound her dripping cunt. Another orgasm tore through her almost immediately, making her legs shake violently.

Logan’s own control was fraying. He could feel his balls tightening, but he held back, wanting more of her submission first.

He pulled her up by the leash until her back was flush against his chest. One hand wrapped around her throat just below the collar, the other slid down to keep rubbing her oversensitive clit as he fucked her standing.

"Tell me who you belong to," he growled against her ear.

"I belong to you, Master!" she sobbed, voice hoarse and broken with pleasure. "My body is yours... my pussy is yours... use your slave however you want—"

Her words pushed him over the edge.

With a deep, guttural groan, Logan buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her womb with thick, hot ropes of cum. Daenerys came with him, her pussy convulsing and milking every drop as she cried out in pure bliss.

They stayed locked together like that for a long minute, panting, bodies slick with sweat. Logan’s cock continued twitching inside her, releasing the last weak spurts.

But he was still hard.

Daenerys turned her head slightly, looking back at him with a dazed, adoring smile. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Fresh tears of overwhelming pleasure glistened on her lashes.

"More...?" she whispered, voice raw.

She gently clenched her pussy around his spent but still-hard cock. "I can keep going, Master... I prepared the whole night for you. The candles... the toys... the restraints..."

She reached back and tugged lightly on her own leash, offering it to him again with submissive, hungry eyes.

Logan stared down at her marked body, handprints on her ass, bite marks on her neck and breasts, nipples swollen and red from the clamps, his cum already beginning to leak down her thighs.

He was exhausted. He was still processing everything that had happened tonight.

Yet the sight of Daenerys like this, collared, leaking, and begging for more, made something deep and primal stir inside him once again.

...

The night was far from over. The red candles continued burning low around them, filling the room with that intoxicating rose-and-jasmine scent, while Daenerys waited patiently on her knees for her Master’s next command.

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Author’s note: Hate to interrupt, but just to add. Although it might seem Daenerys is just a prop to write sex scenes, that is far from the case, in the coming Chapters it’ll be revealed that she’s a more complex character, by the way, what do you guys think about killing her off? After all... the third heroine’s mother is about to come into the play...