Chapter 44

Elle’s Point of view
I dreamed. A strange dream. My dream tells me that I am no longer a wolf and that I can no longer suffer the torment I feel because that world is too advanced.

Moreover, I imagined that mating was frowned upon in that universe. The servant is referred to as a maid. And in that society, many objects are utilized for sex. It's referred to as a sex toy or adult tools.

I even had a dream about those things.

[Dream]

I'm now standing in front of Logan's gate, waiting for someone to open it given the fact that I didn't ring the doorbell first. I sighed repeatedly in order to acquire confidence.

"Does Logan happen to be there?" I was not discouraged, and I questioned the guy in charge of guarding the entrance.

When he spotted me, he seemed to remember me immediately, and he grinned as he opened the gate for me to pass. "He hasn't arrived yet, ma'am, but he will be here shortly." He was still refusing to let go of the gate, so I forced my way through.

"Many thanks for your help. I'm going to walk inside and inform him that I'm in his room if he happens to come in."

When I walked in, I was perplexed as to why there was no maid. I glanced about to make sure I wasn't wrong, and when I stepped into the kitchen, there were mounds of filthy dishes, which proved that I wasn't mistaken at all.

I slowly walked to Logan's room and threw my body on his bed as quickly as I could. The fragrance of his emanating from the bedsheet and pillow enveloped my nostrils shortly after I came through the door. I was still unable to switch on the light, but I was fortunate in that I had closed his door.

I gradually removed all of the clothing from my body until there was nothing left. I began squeezing my boobs as soon as I raised my legs off the floor. I bit my lip as I pictured Logan holding me in his arms right now.

Since my hand alone was not enough, I got up from lying down. I got out of bed and switched on the light; I rolled my eyes around the room to see if there was anything that may be of use. I went through his drawers one by one until I reached the final one, where I discovered anal beads and lubricant.

Logan trained me with every caress he gave me, and I was certain that I would be self-sufficient again following Logan's training. I slid the light switch to the off position once again. While I'm elevating my buttocks, I position myself in a doggy-like style. I also sat on a cushion with my face pushed against it.

When it comes to massaging my butthole, I use lubrication on my hand. I'm widening my butthole and caressing my pussy with both of my hands at the same time.

"Ah ... Haaah .." When I put a finger into my butthole, I mumbled a feeble response. I placed the anal bead close to my head and lubricated it with a little amount of lube.

When I inserted the three circles inside, I closed my eyes and caressed my pussy to alleviate the tension of the situation. My method of inserting the circles is one by one, and it becomes more difficult while I am in the midst of putting since the processes become more prominent.

I was able to complete all of the circles rather quickly. After a few minutes of fingering myself, I was able to feel with my finger how hard my clit was and how wet my pussy hole was feeling. I increased the pressure on the anal beads to make it go farther, and I accelerated the rate at which I fingered my pussy.

The door opened and the light switched on at the same moment, exactly as it had the first time Logan saw me. I sank back into the mattress, grasped the bed, and re-inserted my finger.
When I glanced over to where the light had been switched on, I saw that he was gazing at me with incredible passion.

While his eyes were wide with surprise at first, he quickly recovered. I jumped out of his bed and crept up to the headboard of his bed. During the process of taking off his tux, he took significant moves towards me. He had just recently tossed his bag on the floor.

"I provided you with a chance to flee from me." He responded calmly before abruptly grabbing my hair and prepared to kiss me forcibly in the face of my protest. Because of the anal beads, my insides were twitching, so I simply closed my eyes.

"Ahhh!"

I was thrown off balance as he pulled his lips away from our kiss and turned my body around. He grabbed the anal beads from my butthole with a lot of force. After being seized from his bed and carried out the front door, I was taken aback by his actions.

"Can you tell me where you're taking me?" I'm now trying to descend, but he hasn't said anything and has merely grabbed my legs with both hands.

We made our way up to the third floor of his house, where there was a lonely room that I had never seen before. The door needed a password, which I was unable to read because of the rapidity with which he hit the button.

As soon as we walked through the door, I immediately noted how different his studio appeared from the rest of the area. In the adult room, the tools are well-hung, the light is orange, the bed is gigantic, and there is also a giant wooden cross that stands upright. The females with whom he has sexual relations are held captive in that facility, I assume. He dropped me to where the shackles were and went over to them. He also resurfaced in a short period of time, grasping two sets of bindings.

I was drawn to the wooden cross by him, who held both of my hands in his own. In the first instance, he hoisted my left arm and fastened it to the wooden cross. Then he raised my right arm and did the same with my other hand. I locked my gaze on his, but he maintained a somber expression on his face.

While my hand was raised and my body was exposed, he kissed and grabbed my chest, exposing my whole body. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips as he crushed his lips against mine. This is exactly what I'm looking for.

He wrapped one of his arms around my waist without breaking our embrace in the middle of our kiss. His hand crept up the inside of my vagina.

I'm inclined to cuff him even though he's merely massaging my cunt. He inserted his two fingers and pressed them against my hole. My knees are on the edge of collapse under the strain.

"I'm afraid I've reached a point where I'm unable to continue to control you." He muttered in the spaces between kisses. He removed my chains and turned me with a wooden cross in his hands. He grinds his cock behind me, and all of the hairs on my body stand up in response.

Despite the fact that I was turning him, I reached for his pants. I unbuttoned his zipper and touched the region around his genitals. While I was doing this, he wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my pussy with his hand.

When I let go of his cock, he was already sliding his dick into my pussyhole, so I placed my arms around the wooden cross. He rubbed his hips into mine to increase the force of his thrust. Further, I tightened my grip on the wood in order to keep my knees from giving out completely.

He is kissing my neck and slamming me from behind. With each swat he administers, I find myself gasping for air. While the two of us were having a good time, I turned my gaze to a cell and immediately thought of something I only saw on adult websites.

"Is it okay if we enter that cell? I'd be interested in giving it a go." I shifted his body away from mine just a little bit.
He took two more pairs of handcuffs from those hung. He placed me in the small jail where I mentioned that I desired that we explore.
When I entered, he pushed my body to the cold steel. My nipple grew even more stiff when the metal rubbed against it. Following that, he lifted both of my hands. He extended my arm out and secured both of my wrists on a metal rod using the handcuffs.
I pressed my eyes shut firmly as a stick made its way into the cut on my bottom. I want to protest to him that he should not press my body too much since I feel like cumming despite the fact that he is just locking my hands.
When he was finished, he removed his hand from mine.

I was about to sneak a glimpse at him when he pushed my hair back, enabling me to see him.

"It really aches —-"

I couldn't finish what I was going to say because his lovely lips gently clamped my mouth shut. He licked the inside of my lips with his tongue, which allowed me to open my mouth a little.

I was able to convey what he wanted. He's grinding behind me without putting his cock on, but I can feel the stiffness of his cock instantly.

"What is the point of exercising self-control?" I make fun of him. "Have you given any thought to giving yourself power over the course of the time we've been doing this?"

During the periods when he was being hard with me, I had no idea he would be this way. I realize that kindness is not in his nature, but the fact that I am able to detect even a smidgeon of it causes my heart to jump for joy.

The stress of this type of anguish has caused my heart to beat faster than usual.

Once again, I felt his 'soldier' hit the back of my thighs, and I snapped my eyes open.

"Madame, please do not put me in a sour position. I give you the chance to understand what you're worthy of. Perhaps, in a few seconds, you will change your mind." His tone of speech stayed steady throughout the conversation. It's still a little cool to the touch, and it's still supplying electricity to my body.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Make an arch with your buttocks." He moves in close to me and rubs his face on my cheek, licking it.. "Prove to me what you've got."

I treated him as if he were a master, and I did whatever he said. He held my waist up in case my leg gave out as I was running.

As he held my hips, I could feel his gradual invasion of my pussy from behind.

Despite the fact that I was already bound, I gripped at everything metal in particular. I have my doubts that we have done this multiple times, and I have yet to get adjusted to the size of his penis.

Despite knowing that his cock had just recently penetrated, my knee began to weaken quickly.

"Are you sure you're not going to cum?"

In answer to his question, my face became hot and flushed. I made it quite clear to him how much I yearned to see him. Nonetheless, what more am I supposed to keep hidden when he already knows everything about me? Even the position of my organs appears to be informed that he is aware.

“Y-yeah. I really like your dick. Devour me. Fuck me till I'm completely devoid of consciousness." I'm not sure whether I'm still the one who's saying things.

[End of dream]

I awoke in my dream when someone snapped a finger in my face.

"Hey, you've been moaning since earlier even when you are awake. Which kind of dream do you have?"

I wanted to hide as soon as I felt Logan's breath on my face.

However, possessing such toys must be pleasurable.