Lucy adjusted her fluffy navy towel around her while she stood at the edge of the bed and eyed the multiple wrapped boxes. Lahar had given her very few details, only that she was to shower and then open the boxes. She chewed her bottom lip and eyed the largest box adorned with a shimmery pink bow.

She reached out with trembling fingers and gently pulled at the ribbon, watching the bow collapse. It reminded her of Lahar, this beautiful man who was a complex web of knots waiting to unravel.

And he did unravel.

It was beautiful.

It was painful.

Lucy let out a breath as she thought of the last couple weeks. Everything changed the day he read his mother's journal and found the missing story of his life. They worked hard to tell Hypatia's story and had gone through reams of paper in crafting the tale with every bit of clinical coldness and the warmth that could only come from humanizing the mental illness.

No one else would ever know her story, it was as much for Lahar as it was for the memories of his family. She'd cried beside him and sometimes for him. She'd seen him express a gamut of emotions as he walked down a mental gauntlet and fought for each step.

The ending of the story was tricky because it wasn't Hypatia's ending, it was Lahar's. He could now walk with a cane and embraced his shrink more openly and took more time for himself. Lahar had gone back to work but only part time as they concentrated on this important project. He'd smiled more often, relaxed, and found a new sense of inner peace that opened him to her.

It was like watching the universe be born.

Lucy lifted the top and peeled back the blue tissue to reveal a beautiful golden orange dress. The color reminded her of the sunrise over Sky Lake and she smiled at it's meaning. She worked through the next boxes, a pair of golden high stiletto heels with delicate ankle straps and deep purple lacy lingerie. It was beautiful and she let out a contented sigh as she let the towel fall and slowly began to get dressed.

Part of her worried that the lingerie would show through under the dress but as she stood in front of the mirror, she saw the whole picture come together. Those small dark accents made her look as if she was wrapped up in a sunrise, the bits of dark, the last bits of night fading away and tops of fluffy clouds that would soon be all white. It was symbolic and her heart raced in her chest at the meaning of all of it.

She looked over at the small clock on the nightstand and knew she needed to get hair and makeup done. Lucy summoned Cancer to help her and sat back with her faithful spirit as she waited for her Captain to come home.

It was his final stop and Lahar put his prized car into park at the end of the parking lot. Much more unlikely to get a fender bender or a scratch on it, if he parked away from where everyone else did. He grabbed his cane, his grandmother's cane to be precise, before he exited the vehicle. The cool grey marble handle felt comfortable in his hand and he was not embarrassed to be seen using it.

Not like how he had felt in his wheelchair for all those months. Some people looked at him sympathetically or opened doors for him, but it wasn't the same as those looks when he had to use a ramp or needed extra space.

He was also much more emotionally equipped to handle those looks and small comments. It had all been thanks to Lucy and her devotion to him. Lahar could spend a million years with her and it would never be enough time to express his gratitude to her. The only hope was that tonight, he could at least imprint everything his soul was feeling unto her.

Lahar had been constructing this night for at least a week, trying to hide the extra details from Lucy was difficult. He looked up at the burgundy awning over the front window and took note of the beautiful gold lettering upon it, All that Glitters. He pulled the door open, hearing the quiet jingle of the golden bells on it before it stepped into the small jewelry shop.

An elder man came out from the back and gave him a broad smile, "Mr. Morrigan, was just doing the final cleaning on your order."

"Thank you, Harry," he said with a small nod as he walked up to the only and aging register in the small space.

"Big night tonight?" he asked as he thumbed through a small stack of carbon yellow receipts.

"Yes, I appreciate your help," he said, being polite and trying to not push the man to hurry. Lahar leaned on his cane as he used his free hand to pull out his wallet.

"My pleasure, anything for Jack's grandkid," Harry replied as he pulled out the receipt and pursed his lips. "Hmmm, there is a small problem here."

Lahar's eyes widened for a moment as he looked at the man whose wrinkles became a bit more pronounced on his forehead. "Problem?"

The old man looked up and smiled, "why, yes. It says zero in the amount."

Lahar let out a breath, "you don't have to do that Harry."

He shrugged, "it's not a problem, little reinforcing on the prongs and a cleaning. I think your grandparents would be proud that you are using their wedding rings."

"Again, thank you."

Lahar waited as the old man returned to the back room and came out in a few minutes with a small black velvet box. He took the box and thanked the jeweler before leaving. He stepped outside and flipped open the box, smiling as he saw the plain gold band and the small diamond ring next to it. The set was simple which worked well for him and for most importantly for Lucy. It was always the little things with her.

The return trip home was quiet, Lahar was lost in his thoughts. He was excited and nervous about tonight. It would be the first time he would see Lucy in his hidden world. It would also be a big test for both of them emotionally. For a moment he worried if this was rushed, but he also recalled many interesting things Lucy had said about time.

He also recalled that he had lost years because he treaded too lightly. All of this, minus the spinal injury, could have been his years ago if he had summoned the courage to say something. Say anything.

He pulled into the driveway, leaving the Ashton Martin outside, as he would only be here for a few minutes. Lahar tucked the box into his pocket and exited the vehicle for his – no, their – home. He grabbed the mail before opening the door and enjoyed the fact he could do that now.

"Lucy," he called out as he shut the front door.

"In my room," she replied.

"Stay there for a few more minutes."

"Alright," Lahar smiled at her easy acceptance. He got into his white simplistic bathroom and leaned the cane against the vanity.

It took him a few minutes to restyle his hair, putting it down into a low pony tail and leaving his bangs in their usual side swept fashion. He debated using his contacts, but since he would not be wearing a mask tonight, he kept his glasses on. Normally he was very worried about being recognized, but not anymore. This was a part of who he was and if people could not handle him, that was their own issue.

Lahar changed his clothes, putting on a skin tight light blue spandex turtleneck and white leather pants accented with a brown leather belt. He was grateful he stayed in physical shape, as much as possible, and the pants went on easily. The shirt was tighter than he remembered but then again, his chest and arms had filled out a little due to the wheelchair. He double checked himself in the dressing mirror and smiled.

He grabbed the prepacked black duffel bag, tucked the box into the side pocket and hefted it on his shoulder. Lahar smiled in personal satisfaction; he was starting to feel that sense of wholeness settled over his being. By the end of tonight, he expected to complete this journey and begin the next one with hopefully, a fiancée.

When Lahar knocked on the door, Lucy jumped. She got off the bed and quickly smoothed down her dress as she walked to the simple wooden door. As she opened it, she felt her jaw drop as she appraised her Captain.

His eyes widened as she looked at her, "so beautiful."

She flushed, "thank you."

Lahar reached out and ran his thumb over her cheek, "your makeup is lovely. I can't wait to see it beautifully ruined."

Lucy swallowed and felt her heart rate jack up on her at his admission. It made everything so much more real to her. This was happening, she was going to step fully into his world and put herself completely into his hands. She was going to give him all her trust and see how the pieces truly lined up.

When Lahar talked to her about this, a week ago, she worked diligently with him to set up the scenario and rules. He wanted her to measure it carefully and she wanted to run full speed into his world. It was a beautiful several hours of conversation, one that left her empowered and showed how much he loved her.

As Lahar had explained to her, she had all the power before and after play. She dictated what she needed and what her limits were. All of that with no argument, no laughs, and a few select questions from Lahar. He took his sexual needs with the same ruthless seriousness as he approached most of his life. Lucy, kind of appreciated that and she loved how creative he was inside of a sturdy framework.

It almost didn't click into her head that she had been so lost in her thoughts that she was now in the car. Classical music played on the speakers as the city blurred by them. Lahar had both hands on the leather and wood wheel, his lips not quite pursed as he operated the pristine car. She looked at him and smiled, a soft hum of appreciation for this night.

"Lucy, I want you to know that at any time, you are free to change your mind."

She shook her head, "after all those hours of planning, nope."

He chuckled as he pulled into a nondescript and almost empty parking lot. Her heart almost jumped into her throat when he parked the vehicle and looked at her. Lahar took her hand and lightly kissed her fingertips. "Alright?"

"Nervous and excited."

He nodded and then quietly got out of the car, Lucy waited and tried to not fidget for him to open her door. No one could ever say her Captain was not a gentleman. She looked at the plain red brick building ahead of her, there was nothing about this place that screamed S&M Dungeon. Then again, she supposed that that was the point. Why shout such a thing to the world and to people who didn't understand.

The door opened and Lahar held out his free hand to her, while leaning on his cane a little. His hand was warm and soft, and she felt a measure of relief and protection as she took it. They walked towards a side entrance; the frosted glass door was only marked with a black heart. Lahar pushed open the door and walked through it easily. Lucy hesitated for a moment.

"Lucy? We can go," he said as he looked at her. The scene wasn't lost on her, he was back to his world and she was taking her first step into it. Would she ever feel so comfortable in her own self to do that? Cross a threshold as if it was just any other door?

Somehow her mind kept cycling between "abandon all hope, ye who enter here," and "the journey of a thousand miles, begins with the first step." She felt conflicted and found her pulse quickening a little and breathing rapid.

Lucy tried to gather herself as Lahar simply waited, his amethyst eyes taking her in as he gently squeezed her fingers. He said nothing, made no further motion and waited with the patience of a saint. Finally, her mind settled on taking that step and she spent a few seconds convincing her feet to move.

"Just breathe, I felt the same way my first time here," Lahar whispered, "again, use your words and we will leave."

Lucy took in a deep breath and gathered her courage before she pulled her dress up a little and stepped into a whole new world. Lahar brought her fingers up to his lips, "good girl."

"Thank you," she said as he led her down a beautifully decorated red hallway.

There was nothing in her mind that said she shouldn't expect this place to look high class. This was a level of beauty she wasn't prepared for. Stunning paintings on the walls of various erotic scenes or lovers. Soft lamps above that casted a comforting warmth over everything and a light scent of floral something in the air. Lucy thought it might be a mix of lavender and jasmine, it was soothing to her sense of smell and with her steadfast Captain she relaxed a bit more with each step.

Lahar navigated the building and she started noticing doors, simply decorated with a number in gold against a deep oak. What else was surprising was that she couldn't hear anything or smell anything beyond the floral. She took comfort in the total privacy afforded by this club.

He stopped before a door and looked at her, she understood the unsaid question and could only nod. Lahar opened the door and stepped to the side, letting her in first. As she walked into the room, she was stunned at its class.

Lucy expected to see grey brick walls and a rubber floor or something but not this. The room looked like a Victorian bedroom with minor adjustments to it. There was a small fireplace with a fire already lit, a beautiful bed beside it draped in fine navy and gold bedspreads. There was a small desk in the corner with an open journal and a black feather quill in a gold vial. Additionally was a plush looking spanking bench, a large light oak table with a shiny bronze ring bolted to it. On the ceiling were several hooks, some with brass chains already attached and the floor had several loops bolted to it.

Lahar shut the door which startled her for a moment, "explore the room a little, while I set up."

Lucy nodded and looked over at the far wall noticing ceiling to floor drapes, she touched the heavy velvet cloth and noticed her fingers trembling. She heard the crackle of the fireplace and the sound of Lahar unzipping the bag. She looked over her shoulder and noticed how he was setting up, carefully putting their agreed upon toys on a small wheeled golden cart.

She also noticed that his eyes darkened in color as his face shifted. He looked sterner and his stance shifted into one of ownership. There was also a slight upward curl to his lips and she began to feel that this was his world. He looked dazzling, almost larger than life as he straightened the position of the riding crop.

Lucy sighed as she ran her fingers over the warm wood table, it was smooth almost buttery soft and polished enough to let her see her own reflection. She stared at herself, almost ready to start questioning what she was doing here when Lahar finally spoke.

"Lucy," he said her name and she looked up, almost losing her balance to look at him.

Lahar had taken off his shirt and let his hair loose from the pony tail, she could see his skin subtly glinting in the firelight. He held a pair of leather cuff manacles in his elegant hands and stood with his back straight and feet apart. His cane resting against the golden cart that had their toys.

She had never seen him look so in control and animalistic in the same shot. Lucy swallowed the thick saliva in her mouth and felt a bead of sweat race down the side of her face.

"We will be using the table tonight. This is going to require you to be bent over for a period of time. I need you to tell me if you back or hips feel too much discomfort."

"Yes, Captain," she said.

"You will also need to balance in those shoes for a while. Can you handle that?"

Lucy pursed her lips; the heels were a little higher and thinner than she was used to and so far, she hadn't had an issue walking, but Lahar had been holding her hand the entire time. She also knew that she had to be completely honest and could say, "I don't know."

He nodded, "undo the buckles on them. If I see you swaying too much, it will be easier to remove them without breaking the scene."

"Yes, Captain." Lucy moved to the spanking bench and sat upon the cushion to carefully undo the straps.

"There is another dom and sub in the room across from us, we will be able to watch them, but they cannot see us," the corner of his mouth lifted, "until I change that."

"Will you…" she started to ask, "warn me?"

He nodded, "no. This is part of my area. You can easily stop everything with the use of your safe words or gesture."

"O-okay," Lucy stood up and felt her knees weakening.

Lahar put down the manacles and moved the cart next to the table. She noticed how he walked slowly, a decent limp in his gait but it didn't stop him from projecting his ownership of the room and her. He took her hand and led her to the front of the table. They leaned against it before he instructed her to sit on it.

He moved across the room and after a minute came back with a small crystal glass with some liquid in it. Lucy smiled as he offered it to her and she took a sniff, it was a very warm scotch. Lahar leaned against the table and suddenly the curtain began to move.

Her eyes went wide as she looked into the next room, it was dimly lit and done in a different style. It was still elegant but much more minimalistic. There was an opulent chair almost dead center of the room with a man in an elegant three-piece suit comfortably reading in it. Lucy noticed that under his feet was another man, almost completely naked with a collar around his neck, a tail coming up from his ass and what looked like cat ears on his head.

"This is pet play, the dom is an expert at it and his submissive is also his husband. I figured this might be interesting to watch for it's structure and beauty," his hand rested on her knee.

The man in the chair looked over his book and adjusted his feet on the back of his submissive. Lucy slid a look to Lahar, "there's a small light on the other side that lets them know they are being watched. He's acknowledging it. Though he will still only play when it suits him."

Lucy took a sip of her scotch as she watched the scene, feeling like she was watching porn. Lahar drew light circles on her knee as she watched the men. The dom took his feet off his sub and his sub changed position to sit between the man's legs, carefully taking a leg into his lap and she assumed he was massaging it.

The power dynamic was amazing and so far, she had not seen the dom say one word. Instead he seemed so aloof as if he had no cares in the world, but she knew that he had rules. Lahar had explained that to her and as she took another sip of her drink, she felt Lahar's hand rise up her leg as his other one reached behind her for the back zipper.

He tugged down the zipper and ran his fingers up her back, she shivered at the touch, feeling chills and heat racing up her spine at the same time. Her eyes were still fixated on the pair in the other room. The man in the chair moved his mouth but she couldn't hear anything. Instead she saw the submissive, pull his hands back suddenly as the dom put his book down with one hand and grabbed the back of the sub's head.

She sucked in a breath at the speed at which the dom changed from aloof and reading to domination. The tail started to twitch as she could barely see the sub's mouth open and his eyes wide at the sensation. Lahar kissed her shoulder as he gently pressed his hand against her inner thigh to open her legs a little.

"Stand up for a second," Lahar commanded, and Lucy did, noticing at how her dress slipped off her body with ease. "Sit back again and spread your legs."

She did, careful to not drop her glass. Quietly Lahar slid closer to her and wrapped his arm behind her before using his hands to cup her breasts over the lacy purple bra. Lucy let out a sigh as she polished off the scotch and watched the men.

The sub's back was shaking as his hands went up the smooth suit pants of his master. For a second, she locked eyes with the dom and though he couldn't see her, she felt almost connected to him. His face was stern, jaw tight and eyes narrowed slightly before he dropped his gaze and looked at his submissive who was quivering at his feet.

Lahar pinched her nipples and she gasped, turning her head to look at him. "Have you forgotten who your Master is?"

"N-no, Captain," she stammered as she felt heat rise upon her cheeks. She had been caught losing herself under someone else's power.

Lahar deftly took off her bra and leaned down, he took her exposed nipple into his mouth and bit, she mewled. Liquid heat went straight through her body and she could feel her pussy begin to moisten. He bit again while pinching the other one, her head dropped back, and she let out a moan.

Lahar stood up and placed himself in front of her, his hand cupped her sex as his other one took a hold of her head by the ponytail. "I expect you to focus. This is mine, not his." His voice was low, guttural and commanding.

"Yours, Captain."

He kissed her lightly, "good girl." Lahar stepped back and too her small wrists in his hand, pulling her off the table. They walked around it and he leaned her over it, "grab the ring, Miss Heartfilia."

Lucy trembled as she reached out for the ring, he adjusted her feet to be a bit more than shoulder width apart. The table was cold against her now sore nipples and she could feel Lahar's fingers dancing against her bare backside. He pulled up on her thong, causing the material to rub against her slit and making her bite her bottom lip to try and stifle the sound of pleasure.

Lahar gently pushed down on her lower back, forcing her to arch downwards and expose more of herself to him. "Alright?"

"Yes, Captain," she replied as she tried to balance on the balls of her feet instead of the thin heels.

"Stay," he commanded.

She felt him leave her space and felt the cool air nip at her skin, skin that was starting to goosebump. Lucy watched the men, now seeing that the dom had removed his jacket and was using his silver tie as a blindfold on his submissive. He stood in front of the chair as his sub sat upon his bare heels, the tail no longer moving and his skin shimmering in sweat.

Lucy felt Lahar's lean form on top of her as he silently put the leather manacles around her wrists. He anchored the chain to the ring, "stand."

Lucy stood up, feeling her back press against his chest as his fingers trailed down her stomach. She leaned against him a little more as all he did was slowly tease her with his fingers, not bothering to touch her where she was aching the most.

"I have a present for you, Miss Heartfilia. Do you want it?" he asked as he cupped her breasts again and ran his thumbs over her nipples. She could feel the significant leather clad erection press against her ass.

"Yes, Captain," she managed as she watched the submissive take his dom into his mouth. The erotic scene across the glass was stimulating her, but not nearly as much as Lahar's presence.

Lahar came back to her and this time he dangled a pink ribbon with a diamond ring tied to it. Lucy felt tears gather at the edges of her eyes as she took in a sudden breath.

"Do you know what this means?"

"Yes, Captain."

"You will hold this in your mouth and if you can handle my punishment of you for daring to think of another man in my presence. I will take that as you agreeing to be mine, forever."

Lucy looked over her shoulder and met Lahar's gaze, she could see the subtle smile to him. She also noticed that he was holding his breath and his Adam's apple bobbed as he waited for her answer.

"Please, Captain, I want to be yours," she managed, and he nodded before holding the ribbon taunt in his hands and she leaned forward to bite it. Lucy was nervous and locked her jaw, she didn't want to drop this ring. She wanted him to know how serious she was about him and their life. Lahar also handed her a small yellow ball; she could drop that as their safe gesture if anything went wrong.

Lahar pressed his hand between her shoulder blades, and she leaned forward, making sure to stick her bare ass out for him. He gave a slight hum of approval as she adjusted to the balls of her feet. His fingers gliding down her back before he stepped away again.

Lucy watched the scene ahead of her, watched the dom control his submissive and use his mouth as a toy. What captivated her was that the dom didn't look angry while his hips snapped and movements were brutal, no, he looked happy. The submissive had his eyes shut and held onto the bare thighs of his master as if he was desperately afraid to let go.

Her thoughts were broken when she felt the feather kisses of leather tap against her upper thigh. Lucy sucked in a breath through her nose and closed her eyes, she tensed her body, feeling her muscles lock from her shoulders down to her calves.

"Relax, Miss Heartfilia," Lahar whispered as he ran his fingers between her legs, barely teasing her damp thong. "You're already this wet," he mused as he teased her, and she squeezed the ball in her hand for support. Lucy tried to moan around the ribbon in her mouth as his fingers were replaced with the soft taps of the riding crop's end to her wet flesh.

Lucy willed her body to relax, still aware of the ribbon in her mouth and the ball in her hand. Her eyes started to go heavy at the now almost comforting rhythm of Lahar's ministrations. He was doing enough to keep her fire lit but not stoke it any higher, it was surreal at just how close to the edge of passion she was standing.

"Good girl," he said as he patted her bare ass and she relaxed, closing her eyes for a second and feeling everything around her. It all felt so heightened in this moment of anticipation and she found herself almost begging for him to start.

"I believe twelve is an appropriate number. Can you handle that, Miss Heartfilia?"

She nodded and knocked on the table twice, it was their other gesture. One knock for no and two for yes if she was in a position to not speak. Which she was because Lucy was not dropping the ribbon.

She heard a whistle in the air and then suddenly felt the crack against her left butt cheek. She bit harder on the ribbon at the sting and felt her body jerk suddenly form the connect. Lahar ran his fingers over the stinging area, "that's one."

He gently soothed her down before she heard that whistle again and a bit of pain erupted across her other side. "Two," Lahar said before she gently blew a small stream of air across the inflamed skin.

Lucy squeezed the ball harder and almost gasped at the third strike. She felt her eyes roll up, blurring the scene of the two men ahead of her. The men were both in the chair as the submissive lost the tail and was now being fucked.

She blinked as tears rolled down her cheeks and the fourth slap hit her across her upper thighs. Lucy tensed and bounced at the contact, Lahar wrapped his arm around her waist and held her for a moment.

"Careful Miss Heartfilia," he whispered, "are you alright to continue?"

Lucy nodded and knocked twice on the table, "understood."

She barely felt the next several whips, the pain was blossoming into something else, pure pleasure. Instead of jumping at each sting, she was now pushing back, all but demanding more from him. Her skin tingled in anticipation and she felt almost ready to come out of her skin and evolve into a being of pure light. Lucy turned her head and rested it on the table, no longer caring to watch the other show, she was in her own personal Heaven and enjoying the cool table against her cheek.

"Now, now, head up, eyes forward, Miss Heartfilia. This is my room," he pulled her pony tail and forced her head up to look ahead. The men were sitting in the chair, the submissive curled up in his dom's lap, lightly licking his neck like a good kitten. The dom was staring ahead and smiling, an all telling smile that made Lucy's eyes widen.

She felt her mouth begin to open at the realization that Lahar was letting them watch. Lucy felt the ribbon begin to slip and quickly shut her mouth, startling herself at almost dropping the ring. She shivered, fearful that she almost ruined this and would disappoint her Captain.

Another whistle and more pain that radiated from the sting, "nine". This time she felt something cold against her overly heated flesh. She realized it was ice and found her hips swirling to enjoy the cool wetness of the cube that was soothing her.

"Three more Miss Heartfilia. Are you giving them a good show?" he asked, and she knocked once. "Then we shall have to fix that."

Lucy didn't know what he meant by that and she wasn't even if her answer made sense. She felt Lahar curl his fingers under her thong and rip the material in a single pull. The friction against her clit had her almost crying out and instead all she could do was grit her teeth and let out some kind of animalistic growl.

"Did you almost cum?" Lahar asked as something hard and smooth teased at her entrance.

She knocked twice and Lahar shoved the item into her. Lucy almost opened her mouth again and struggled against her chains, squeezing the hell out of her ball in the process. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire, her knees were growing weak and her ankles were trembling.

She felt the item stretch her out and something pressed against her throbbing clit. Lahar hummed again and before she knew it Lucy felt a subtle vibration coming from the toy inside of her. Lucy made another sound from deep within her throat as her hips began to buck against the item.

She felt her blood start to turn into heated lava and tears rolling down her cheeks as she started breathing rapidly through her nose. She was so close, ready to orgasm and have a bit of relief.

The vibrator stopped and she was greeted with another crack of the riding crop, on her upper thighs this time.

"Ten."

Lahar calmed her with feather light touches of his fingers and her back dipped down before the vibrator started again. Her eyes went wide, lips parted but her teeth stayed closed as drool ran down her chin. She let out a strange garbled whine, finding it hard to make anything that sounded human without being able to properly open her mouth.

She was ready to jump out of her shoes, drool and tears leaked down her face, pooling on the table as Lahar grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back. His eyes were dark and heavy as he stuck his tongue out and licked up her tears.

"God you are so beautiful," he whispered. Lucy could only reply with a strange whine, she was trying to beg him to let her cum for him. "Almost finished," he said as the vibrator stopped, and she felt like she could breathe again.

Another whistle of the crop as it hit her slightly above her tailbone and Lucy's mouth flew open, she closed it quickly but now barely had any ribbon in her mouth. She was holding on to it by the barest scrap of the ribbon. She started sniffling, panic ran over her, and she dropped the ball.

Lahar moved around the table and pushed a button, the curtains closed, and he gently pulled the ribbon out of her mouth. "Lucy, what happened?"

"I-I almost lost the ribbon," she stammered and then began to cry, uttering her apologies to Lahar. He said nothing as he uncuffed her and took her to the bed. He held her on his lap and stroked her hair.

"Oh God, I-I'm sorry, I just…" she could barely breathe and cling onto his sweaty skin.

"Lucy, ssshhh," he whispered before kissing her forehead, "this is my fault. It was too much pressure. It's alright. This is only your first time. I expected too much, and I am so very sorry my precious girl."

"I-I want," – hiccup – "to marry," – hiccup – "y-you."

Lahar held her close and kept placing gentle kisses to her as his hands roamed over her body, lightly rubbing her skin and trying to keep her warm.

"I know you do, it's okay Lucy. You did so well for your first time. I couldn't be prouder of you. I love you, so very much." He said, "here let's get you under the covers and some juice. Okay?"

She shook her head, "no, I w-want you. I w-want…"

Lahar said nothing as he removed the ribbon from the ring and slipped it on her finger. Lucy stared at him and blinked before she stared at the ring again. "Does that help?" he asked.

Lucy nodded and he kissed her gently, "I knew you were going to say yes and again I'm sorry for the extra pressure."

She stayed curled up against him and felt him adjust slightly under her, his erection was not lost on Lucy. Her ass still felt inflamed and she moved slightly in his lap. Lahar hissed as his cock twitched, he held her tight, "it's okay Lucy, this is about you."

"Captain," she whispered before she took a deep breath and pulled herself from his hold. She got on her knees, enjoying the plush bed under them and gently reached out to touch his beautifully carved chest. "I want you to take me, please."

He sat up and removed his glasses, putting them on the small table, "be certain."

She nodded and then turned around on her knees before she leaned forward, offering herself to him. "Please, my Captain." Lucy was aching with need and could feel her own wetness run down her legs and pool at the top of her thigh highs.

Lahar growled and she could hear the rustling of him removing those gorgeous white leather pants. She had to admit, she never thought he could look so stunning in leather. Lucy felt him come up behind her, the head of his cock being moved to tease at her greedy pussy.

She tried to push back against him, and he pulled her hair slightly, "just because I gave into your one demand doesn't mean you are in charge, Miss Heartfilia."

"Yes, Captain," she replied before burying her head into the bedspread.

She relaxed and tried to wait patiently but found herself whining as he continued to tease. Lucy was breathing hard as she fists the material and forcing herself to hold as still as possible. The tension and anticipation were turning her brain to mush and all she could think of was her needs.

Lahar slowly entered her, she could feel the burn of her channel struggling to take him and she mewled. His response was a long deep groan until his hips were flush with her abused ass. Lahar wound her hair around his hand as his other one reached around and played with her nipple, tugging it slightly.

They held like this for a minute, as the fireplace continued to crackle and their breathing slowed. Lucy's eyes fluttered and her back dipped low again, it changed the angle of his cock inside of her and that was when he moved.

Lahar didn't bother to start slowly or timidly, no he was out to dominate her with each thrust. Long and harsh he pistoned into her body as he yanked on her hair. Lucy cried and whined into the sheets, barely forming words and losing all sense of her own humanity.

"Tight, hot, mine. Your pussy is my favorite toy." Lahar growled as he wrenched on her hair and pulled her up.

His hand dropped from her nipple as he shuffled in the bed to widen her knees apart. He started playing with her clit, running his fingers over it in slow circles. A direct opposite of his punishing thrusts.

"Ca-Captain, please…"

"Not yet," he growled as he bit the top of her ear and Lucy cried out as the coil in her body wound tighter.

She was shaking, sweat pouring out of her as he pounded freely into her. The bed was smashing into the wall and his body slapping against hers had all the stinging burn of the crop reigniting through her. Lucy started to feel giddy, her body being flooded with endorphins, creating a new type of high she had never experienced.

"Captain, please, God let me cum for you," she begged. He kept pounding into her and she could barely make sense of the room anymore. All she could focus on was his touch and the way he moved inside of her.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, Captain."

He cupped her, "th-this, this is mine?"

"Yes, all of me." She replied her breathing feeling rushed and heart hammering in her chest. She was slowly losing her own battle wits and was ready to orgasm at any second. She bit her lip, squeezed her eyes shut as her fingers dug into his thighs.

"Then cum," he said, and she did.

Lucy let go and let the coil inside of her release, she felt as if her body had exploded. Bursts of white flashed behind her shut eyes as she let out a long cry of ecstasy. Her body pulsated, channel contracting and releasing violently around him as he continued to move.

"There…nnngh… yes," he said before he rode out his own release inside of her.

Lahar let her go and she fell forward, Lahar held her hips and slowly pulsed before he started to shake and pulled out. They were both breathing, and he curled up beside her, she was shaking violently in his arms and he kissed her forehead.

"Sleep now, it's alright." Lucy closed her eyes and shut down.

Lahar added more wood to the small fire and gently wiped down Lucy's shaking body. She had done so much for her first time and he could not have been prouder of her. He smiled as he saw the ring sparkle on her finger.

He climbed into the bed with her and she curled into him, mumbling her love for him and Lahar held her tight. They had the room for the entire night and so he didn't have to care about anything. Normally he'd be more time conscious but not with her first time. It was odd for him to be here with his fiancée instead of a random sub but he liked it better this way.

Lahar looked around the room and smiled at the after images played in his mind of Lucy bent over the table. He held her tight, enjoying this feeling all over his very soul.

Wholeness.

Fin.

And that is the end. This story went on further than I originally thought and I'm glad it did. However, like any good story it does have an end and we are now at it. I hope you enjoyed the time spent reading it.

Stay safe, stay healthy.