Chapter 69: The Master And The Submissive Servant

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.

Logan stared down at her, chest heaving. His cock was still buried deep inside her cum-filled pussy, twitching with every little aftershock. He felt overwhelmed — the battle, the shadow, the teleportation drain, and now this vision of Daenerys completely surrendered to him. His hands trembled slightly on her hips.

"Daenerys... I..." he started, voice rough.

She gently clenched around him again, milking his sensitive length as she looked back over her shoulder with a soft, loving smile. "You don’t have to think right now, Master. Just feel. I’m here for you."

Slowly, she pulled off his cock with a wet, obscene sound. Thick globs of his cum dripped down her thighs as she turned around and knelt properly before him. Without breaking eye contact, she leaned forward and began cleaning him with her tongue — long, slow, worshipful licks from his balls all the way up his shaft, savoring their combined taste.

Logan groaned, one hand threading through her silky black hair. He meant to pull her away, to catch his breath, but instead his fingers tightened.

Daenerys hummed happily at the subtle show of control. When he was clean and already half-hard again, she sat back on her heels, letting him see everything: her swollen, well-fucked pussy still leaking, her red nipples clamped and sensitive, the collar snug around her throat, and the leash dangling temptingly between her heavy breasts.

"I have more prepared for you," she whispered. She crawled gracefully to the side of the bed and opened a small wooden box he hadn’t noticed before. Inside were several items — soft black silk ropes, a padded blindfold, a sleek vibrating wand, a bottle of massage oil, and a small flogger with leather tails.

She picked up the blindfold first and offered it to him with both hands, head slightly bowed.

"Take away my sight, Master. Make me rely only on your touch... your voice... your cock."

Logan hesitated, fingers hovering over the silk. "You really want this? All of it?"

Daenerys nodded, biting her plump lower lip. "I trust you completely. I want to be yours tonight — fully."

Something inside him shifted. He took the blindfold and gently tied it over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. Daenerys’s breathing quickened in anticipation.

He guided her back onto the bed, laying her on her back. For a moment he just looked at her — this perfect, collared, blindfolded beauty offering herself so completely. His hesitation lingered, but the sight of her hardened him fully again.

Daenerys reached out until her fingers found his cock, stroking him slowly. "Please don’t hold back. I want to feel owned."

Logan grabbed the silk ropes. With her guidance and soft instructions, he tied her wrists together above her head, then secured them to the headboard. He spread her legs wide and tied each ankle to the corners of the bed, leaving her completely exposed and helpless.

The sight of Daenerys bound, blindfolded, collared, and dripping with his cum made his pulse thunder.

He started slow — almost reverently. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, tugging on the nipple clamps until she arched and moaned. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, then moved lower, sucking and biting along her neck, her collarbone, and the undersides of her breasts.

When he reached her pussy, he took his time. Long, slow licks up her slit, tasting himself mixed with her sweetness. Daenerys whimpered and tugged at the ropes, hips trying to chase his mouth. He teased her relentlessly — circling her clit with the tip of his tongue, then pulling away, only to plunge two thick fingers inside her and curl them against her G-spot.

"Master... please... I need to cum again," she begged, voice trembling.

Logan finally gave in. He sucked her swollen clit hard while pumping his fingers faster. Daenerys came with a sharp cry, thighs shaking against the restraints as fresh juices flooded his mouth.

He didn’t stop.

He kept licking and fingering her through the orgasm, pushing her into a second, even stronger one. Her back arched violently off the bed, breasts bouncing, nipples straining against the clamps.

Only then did Logan climb on top of her. He rubbed his cock along her soaked folds, teasing her entrance the same way she had teased him earlier.

"Tell me how badly you want it," he murmured, voice low.

"I need you inside me, Master. Please fuck your slave... ruin me."

He pushed in slowly this time, inch by inch, letting her feel every thick vein until he bottomed out. Daenerys moaned loudly, pulling uselessly at her bonds. Logan set a deep, steady rhythm — long strokes that made her breasts bounce and the leash jingle against her chest.

He reached up and tugged the leash while thrusting, tightening the collar just enough to make her gasp. The combination of being bound, blindfolded, choked, and fucked sent her spiraling into another climax.

Logan kept going, fucking her through it. Sweat glistened on both their bodies. The room smelled of sex, roses, and jasmine.

After several minutes, he untied her ankles but left her wrists bound. He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her ass high, and re-entered her from behind in one smooth thrust. The new angle made her cry out as he hit even deeper.

He picked up the small leather flogger.

At first, he dragged the soft tails teasingly over her back and ass. Then he gave her a light smack across her right cheek. Daenerys moaned loudly.

"More?" he asked, still hesitant even now.

"Yes, Master... please mark me."

The strikes grew firmer — alternating between her ass and upper thighs. Each impact made her pussy clench tighter around him. Her skin turned a beautiful rosy red. Between strikes he would thrust hard, using the leash like reins to pull her back onto his cock.

Daenerys was a mess of moans, whimpers, and broken pleas. She came twice more in this position before Logan pulled out and untied her wrists.

He removed the blindfold. Her emerald eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide with lust, mascara running down her flushed cheeks.

Daenerys immediately crawled to him and took his cock back into her mouth, tasting herself on him. She sucked him eagerly, looking up with pure devotion while the nipple clamps still dangled from her sore breasts.

Logan finally removed the clamps. Daenerys screamed around his cock as blood rushed back into her sensitive nipples. He soothed them with his tongue, sucking gently while she continued bobbing her head.

He pulled her off his cock and laid back on the bed.

"Ride me," he said, voice husky. "I want to watch you."

Daenerys straddled him eagerly. She sank down slowly, taking every inch until her ass rested against his thighs. Then she began riding — slow and sensual at first, then faster, her heavy breasts bouncing hypnotically.

Logan’s hands explored her body freely — squeezing her ass, tugging the leash, occasionally spanking her as she fucked herself on him. Daenerys leaned forward, pressing her clamped-free but still-swollen nipples against his chest while grinding her clit against his pelvis.

"I’m going to cum again, Master—" she gasped.

"Cum," he growled, finally letting himself go. He thrust up to meet her, gripping her hips hard.

They came together this time — Daenerys shuddering violently on top of him as her pussy milked his cock, and Logan pumping another thick load deep inside her.

She collapsed onto his chest, panting, body trembling with aftershocks. Logan wrapped his arms around her, one hand idly stroking her back and playing with the collar.

For several long minutes they simply breathed together. The candles had burned even lower, casting long, flickering shadows across their bodies.

But Daenerys wasn’t finished.

She kissed his neck softly, then whispered against his skin, "There’s still the massage oil... and the wand... and I bought a plug too, Master. If you want to keep using me..."

She lifted her head, eyes sparkling with exhausted but genuine desire. Her fingers traced lazy circles on his chest as she waited for his decision.

Logan looked at the ceiling, heart still racing, mind swirling with a thousand thoughts. Part of him wanted to stop, to rest, to process everything that had happened tonight. Another, much louder part wanted to keep going — to tie her up again, to explore every toy in that box, to push both of them until the sun came up.

He swallowed hard, fingers tightening around the leash still attached to her collar.

"Show me the rest of what you prepared," he finally said, voice low.

Daenerys’s lips curved into a beautiful, submissive smile.

"Yes, Master..."

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The red candles continued to flicker. The night stretched on, thick with scent, moans, and the sound of leather and wet flesh.

Author Note: Will release a new Chapter real soon.