Full Frontal

Rating: NC -17

(This is hard core stuff, and if sadomasochistic tendencies
bother you, you be better off choosing another story.)
POV: Book Verse

Archive: Yes, just let me know.

Disclaimer:  All characters are fictitious and are owned by
Marvel. Any relation to actual people is coincidental and no copyright infringement is
intended.  No money has been collected from the writing/posting of this story, it is
for entertainment purposes only.

Writer's note:  Please note that there is indeed a book on
the market with the title, Full Frontal Fiction, but it is from readers/writers of the
site Nerve.com, not fullfrontal.com as this story states.  Also, there are no stories
in this book by the names of the stories given in this story, Mass Appeal or The
Anniversary Present - those titles and blurbs are totally my work.  As is the story
that Jean reads, My Surrender.  It was written as a stand alone story, and somewhere
I had a thought pop into my head, "What if Jean read some erotica?" and the
story took off from there.  No copyright infringement is implied or intended.  

Please be sure to pick up the real Full Frontal Fiction book at your local bookstores, or here, and stop
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Jean rolled over onto her stomach and flipped on the
lamp next to the bed. Squinting against the harsh glare, she shifted her pillows against
the headboard and slid up so her back rested against them. Her eyes slid slowly around
Logan’s room she saw she was still alone. Glimpsing over at the clock, the red
illuminated numbers told her she had only been asleep for three hours.

Sighing; she lifted a glass of water from the nightstand and sipped the tepid water. As
she set the glass back down, she noticed a book sitting on the far edge of the nightstand.

Curious because Logan didn’t seem the book type, she leaned over and picked up the
book. She ran her hands delicately over the black fabric of the cover and slid her finger
down the gold lettering along the spine.

Full Frontal Fiction.

Jean raised her eyebrows in shock. Surely it
couldn’t be that kind of book, she told herself. Logan reading erotica?

Laughing softly to herself, she decided what else did she have to do? She couldn’t
sleep and Logan wasn’t around – off on some mission the Professor had sent some
of the team on.

Settling herself more comfortably against the pillows, she carefully raised the hard cover
of the book. Flipping through the first couple of introductory pages, she stopped at the
main title page.

Her eyes widened in surprised when she realized that
it was indeed that kind of book. What in the world was Logan doing with a book of
erotic short stories on his nightstand?

Taking another sip of water, she replaced the glass, and casually thumbed through the
pages. She stopped when the title of one of the stories caught her eye.

Mass Appeal.

Oh my, she thought, and quickly determined she knew
exactly what the story was about and resumed scanning through the book. She paused again
when another title caught her eye.

The Anniversary Present.

She lifted her knees and settled the book against
them, hoping to get lost in a story for a while.

It was our fourth anniversary. And I wasn’t
clear on what I was going to get her. We were both in a situation where when we saw what
we wanted, we got it. So it made anniversaries and birthdays tough. I wanted to get her
something special, and even as imaginative as I was I couldn’t figure anything out. I
wanted to make this an anniversary that she never forgot.

Isn’t that sweet, Jean thought as she took
another sip of water, which she abruptly spit out and sprayed across the bed as she read
the next line.

Caroline slid out the bed and walked into the
bathroom to turn on the shower, still wondering what she was going to get Eliza for their
anniversary.

Clearing her throat, Jean quickly scanned the passage
to make sure she hadn’t gotten the names mixed up. Caroline and Eliza, nope she had
read them correctly the first time.

Her surprise and shock that this was Logan’s book grew and she quickly thumbed
through to another story.

My Surrender.

Now, that doesn’t sound too bad. She smirked when
she realize neither did the last story and she had been presented with two lesbians.
Cautiously, she scanned the first couple of sentences.

He groaned softly in pain as his head surfaced from
the inky blackness. His neck protested painfully as he tried to raise his head from his
chest. Carefully, he slid his head to each side to stretch out the abused muscles. A sharp
crack could be heard throughout the darkened room as his spine released the tension.

He blinked his eyes a few times as he opened them, trying to become accustomed to the
darkness in the room. A few spots of light in the corners of the room were all he could
make out.

Suddenly he realized his arms were stretched out on either side of him. Turning his head
slowly to each side, he could barely make out the black leather encased roping that held
his wrists in mid-air.

Ok, she thought, doesn’t sound too bad. A
little…darker than she usually cared for, but it was erotica, what the hell. Taking
another sip of water, she settled back against the pillows.

Anxiety began building in him when he tugged
lightly on the ropes and they merely gripped his wrists tighter. The tough leather bit
into his skin and a few drops of blood slid from beneath the material.

"Shit."

He heard a fair clank of metal and shifting his feet slightly he realized his feet were
chained together. Squinting down at the thick chain he saw that there was only about a
foot of the metal to allow him movement.

"Fuck."

"That’s exactly what I intend to do."

The thick, sultry feminine voice started him and he scanned the room quickly. He strained
his neck to the side to see behind him. Squinting into the darkness he could just barely
make out a shape in the shadows. The rustle of fabric and the sharp crack of heels on
stone indicated that the owner of the voice was moving towards him.

Relaxing slightly when she realized it was at least a
man and a woman. Intrigued, she read on.

The figure stayed in the shadows as it moved closer
to him, deliberately keeping their face obscured from him. The figure halted abruptly
quite a distance behind him.

"Eyes front." The voice snapped out.

"What?" Anger ignited quickly inside of him and he pulled tightly on the
bindings at his wrist in an effort to escape. The leather cut into his wrists further and
another small trail of blood traveled down his arm. He growled at the shadowy figure.

"I said, eyes font." The voice said the impatience evident in the poison that
dripped from the words.

He growled at the figure once again. "Make me."

The sharp slap of leather against his back made him cry out in surprise.

Oh my, Jean thought and ran her tongue slowly over her
lips, this was a good one.

"Now – eyes front."

Instinct flowed through him, and he blatantly defied the voice. Turning his head so the
figure could see his face, he narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth. A thin piece of
leather on the ground next to the figure caught his eye. It trailed up her leg and
disappeared into the darkness. Realization sparked as he remembered the stinging still
pulsing on his back. "No." He growled out.

"Dammit, you will be taught to obey." The stinging of the leather punctuated the
last word as the whip slapped against his back. He strained against his bindings, the
thick coarse leather scraping across his skin, rubbing it raw. The whip cracked again
across his back, and the metal chain between his feet groaned softly in protest as his
muscles strained to pull the metal apart.

Heels clicked against stone she walked closer to him. "Trying to go somewhere? I can
assure you, that metal is unbreakable. Even for you."

He shook his head to clear the fog that had rolled into his head and relaxed.
"Adamantium?"

As she propped herself up more comfortably on the
pillows, the sheet slid across Jean’s chest and she sighed involuntarily as the sheet
brushed lightly over her nipples.

"What a perceptive boy, I see you can catch on
quick." A soft laugh reached his ears as she slid forward towards his back.
"Eyes front."

He reluctantly turned his head forward and sighed softly to himself. This was one mess
that was going to require a good amount of deal making to get him out of.

She dropped the whip to the floor hastily and lengthened her strides to him. She stopped a
few inches from his back and slid one of her arms around his shoulders. He moved his head
slightly to the side in an effort to see what she was doing. "Eyes front." She
hissed out and his movements stopped.

Slipping a piece of smooth satin out of her pocket, she reached around him with her other
hand and slid it over his eyes.

"What the hell?"

She tied the black satin scarf carefully behind his head and tugged gently on the knot to
ensure a good hold. "Maybe if you’re a good boy, we’ll take that off later.
In the meantime…" She trailed off as she reached back into the pocket of her
jeans and slid a piece of leather from its hiding place. "This will keep you from
talking back anymore."

Panic seized him as he felt her hands come in front of him again. "Hey wait a
–"

She silenced him by fitting the strip of rough leather between his teeth. Despite his
muffled cries of protest, she smiled and moved under his outstretched arms to come around
to face him.

Jean felt a light tension building between her legs
and pushed the sheet down around her waist and slid her hand softly over one exposed
breast.

She stepped back and admired her handiwork. He
stood before her arms outstretched and held in place by leather covered ropes, his feet
chained together to keep him from trying to walk. Her favorite black satin scarf was tied
over his eyes, blinding him. And the slim strip of leather she had been searching for
weeks for was used for a gag, silencing him. But the picture still wasn’t right, she
decided.

Reaching behind her, she slid the scissors she had stashed in her back pocket out and
deliberately opened and closed them several times. She could see him visibly stiffened
from the sound and struggled to smother a chuckle.

She roughly pulled his black t-shirt from the waist band of his pants, and carefully slit
the front of his shirt. She smiled at his sharp intake of breath as she sliced through the
neck of the shirt.

Then, grasping the waistband of his pants she quickly made two efficient slices down the
front of his pants before she lost her nerve to cut through the expensive leather. The
material sagged slightly, and she tugged gently on the legs. The leather slipped down and
pooled on the floor at his feet.

Raising herself back up, she smiled wickedly. "Forget something this morning?"

She reached out and trailed her hand down his abdomen and closed her hand over him. His
sharp intake of breath had her smiling even wider. "Are you being a bad little boy
and not wearing your underwear?"

Jean slipped a finger into her mouth, moistening it
and trailed it slowly down her neck to her breast, running wet circles around her
painfully erect nipple.

He tried to mumble around the leather, but gave up
when he was unsuccessful in speaking.

"Don’t worry; I won’t punish you for that." She leaned forward and
slid her tongue up his earlobe. "I find it extremely sexy. Good boy, you’ve
pleased me." She whispered to him. Releasing him she stepped around behind him to
finish slicing his shirt. When the soft worn cotton pooled around her feet, she slid the
scissors carefully back in her pocket.

Bending to retrieve the whip she had dropped on the floor, she trailed her hand up his leg
as she rose. He flinched slightly as her hand passed over his butt and she paused long
enough to pinch him there before sliding her hand up to his lower back.

Leaning over, she rested her head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear.
"I’ll be back, I want to change, wouldn’t want to ruin my good
clothes." She stepped back quickly and crossed the room. Stopping at the door, she
flicked her wrist and cracked the whip against the doorframe. Seeing him flinch
involuntarily from the sound, she smiled widely. "Don’t go anywhere." She
laughed lightly at her own joke and slipped out of room.

Jean smiled as she wet her finger again and slid it
down her abdomen. Shifting the book slightly, she parted her knees and slid a finger over
herself.

He sighed heavily around the leather in his mouth and
closed his eyes behind the blindfold. Hanging his head slightly, he tried to figure out
what the hell was going on.

He became so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t hear her return a few minutes later.

"Miss me?" Her voice shattered his thoughts.

Purposefully she strode over to him, her high heels clicking across the stone floor.
Stopping only when she was a few inches from his back, she slowly rested her chin on his
shoulder and trailed her tongue slowly over his shoulder. He inhaled briskly, stifling a
soft groan.

Dropping underneath his raised arm, she trailed her arm over his lower back, the leather
of the whip softly tickling against his sensitized skin. She came around to stand in front
of him, slowly bringing her arm around with her.

The trailing end of the whip slid across his legs tickling him as she clasped her hands
behind her back.  She paused for a moment, drinking in the man before her, before
moving around to stand behind him again.  Tugging on her lip with her teeth, she
sighed out a deep breath and gathered herself.  Grazing her lips lightly over his
neck, she smiled at his soft sigh and stepped back a few feet from him.

He cried out in shock more than pain when the whip first cracked over his bare back. 
The thin leather raising a red angry line that slashed across his back.  Again she
flicked her wrist and the whip sliced across his skin, the lines intersecting to form a
large X across his back.

"You will learn who is in control here, Logan.  You will know it even if I have
to kill you, you will die knowing I am your master."  She cracked the whip
across his back and smiled wickedly as he inhaled sharply against the pain. "Who owns
you?"

Jean stopped reading, puzzled. Again, she read the
last part of the sentence.

You will learn who is in control here, Logan. 
You will know it even if I have to kill you, you will die knowing I am your
master."  She cracked the whip across his back and smiled wickedly as he inhaled
sharply against the pain. "Who owns you?"

Logan? Merely a coincidence. Had to be. It was a
relatively common name. Shaking her head, she relaxed against the pillows and slid her
finger across herself again, inhaling sharply.

Defiantly, he gritted his teeth and refused to
answer her.  He grimaced in pain as the whip slapped against his back again, but
managed not to cry out.  He could hear her frustration rising each time he refused to
answer her, but remained silent.

Reaching up to wipe a small trail of sweat that had formed from the exertion, she stopped
momentarily to take a deep breath.  She found herself staring at the red welts rising
across his back and sighed softly.  Edging closer to him, she decided it was time to
up the stakes.  "Answer me boy."

He shook his head slightly side to side, marking his defiance even more.  Taking
another deep breath, she reared her hand controlling the whip back.

The leather contacted sharply with his skin this time, breaking the surface.  A small
drop of blood pooled at one end of the cut and slid slowly down his back.  His eyes
watered slightly from the stinging and he bit down hard into the leather between his
lips.  He struggled to speak around the gag, but managed only to sputter.

Reaching over, she tugged at the knot holding the leather strip in place.  She barely
glimpsed at the teeth marks imprinted in the leather as she tossed it to the side. 
"Tell me who is your master and I'll stop."  She hissed out before cracking
the whip over his back once again, slicing through the skin deeper this time.  He
struggled to hold back the whimper in his throat, but managed to stay quiet.

The whip cracked over his back again, and he could feel the hot warmth of a thick trail of
blood slide down his spine.  She struck faster and faster now, not letting up on her
ministrations, barely giving him time to take a breath between each slice.

Jean slid herself down so she was laying flat against
the bed, and pushed the sheets away to uncover herself completely. Grasping the book by
the top she raised it so she had to look up to read it. She slid her other finger down,
and gasped slightly as the wetness that lay there.

Finally, he could stand no more.  "You
are!" He cried out and sagged his head forward in defeat.  Pleased, but still
unsatisfied, she halted her arm, and dropped the whip gently to her side.

"You are WHAT?"

He mumbled so softly, she couldn't hear his answer.  Flicking her wrist slightly, the
leather slapped against the floor, making him flinch at the sound. 
"Louder."

"You are Mistress."

"Louder."

"You are Mistress!" He shouted out, his voice echoing off the walls of the room.


"Good boy." She purred out, elated that he had finally come around.  The
whip dropped down to the ground with a soft thud and he flinched involuntarily. 
Reaching up, she tugged on the knot that held the blindfold in place.  She stepped
around to face him, and he blinked his eyes a few times, straining to see her in the dim
light.

Jean slid one finger slowly into herself and felt her
muscles clench reflexively around it. Moaning softly she held her finger buried deep
inside for a few moments then began a slow rhythm.

She stood before him with her hands on her hips, her
entire body encased in form fitting blood red leather to her neck.  He swore the
leather had to be so tight that it had to hurt, but he watched her chest rise and fall
with her breathing and saw the slight give in the material.  Matching red leather
gloves fit around her hands, the ends of the gloves disappearing back under the material
at her wrists. She still held the handle of the whip and when she saw he was staring at
it, dropped it down to the ground where it landed with a soft thud and he flinched
involuntarily

Four-inch stiletto heeled boots, in the same red as the outfit, fit snugly around her
feet.  Straining hard in the dark, he could make out a glint of gold in several
places on the outfit and determined it to be zippers.  Her long red hair was pulled
back into a severe ponytail and her green eyes simply stared back at him, devoid of
emotion.

"You have pleased your Mistress.  But there is a way you can make her even more
pleased with you."

Swallowing hard, he questioned her.  "How may I please my Mistress?"

A smirk played across her lips and her emerald eyes shined brightly in anticipation.
"Good boy." Stepping forward slowly, she reached out and slid her hand down his
chest.

He groaned softly as her leather sheathed hand slid over his sensitized skin, raising his
arousal further. Raising her other hand, she gripped her hands around the back of his neck
and pulled herself to within inches of him.

The red leather of her outfit brushed against him and he inhaled sharply at the contact.

Jean paused long enough to slip another finger in
herself and sped up her pace. She raised her hips slightly and frantically slammed her
fingers in and out of herself.

Wrapping one leg around his waist, she lifted herself
up and slid her other leg around his waist. She purposefully kept herself just hovering
over him as she leaned her head down to look at his face.

"If you please your Mistress again, she may let you come."

He whimpered softly as she flicked her tongue out of her mouth and slid it slowly along
his lips. "Maybe." She whispered and he groaned softly to himself.

He gasped out a breath as he felt her thigh muscles relax and she slid just the tip of him
into her. His sudden contact with the heated flesh between her legs startled him and he
looked at her in shock.

"Surprised? Your Mistress can be naughty as well." She let out a throaty laugh
as she slid herself slowly down onto him, stopping only when she completely surrounded
him.

He struggled to control himself as she pushed her hips away from his and stopped short of
pulling him out of her. White hot heat radiated up her body and she didn’t think she
could hold back any longer.

"Your Mistress grows impatient." She whispered out, her voice heavy with
arousal. "You just have to take it." With her last words, she slammed herself
down onto him, her pelvis making bruising contact with his abdomen.

His muscles began to shake from maintaining control as she rode him. His could feel his
control slip slightly as she dropped her head back and groaned loudly. Her hips pistoned
against him, and he could feel her muscles clenching tightly around him.

Her fingers sped up their pace and she desperately
fought against her muscles so she could continue reading.

Struggling to maintain some amount of control of
himself, he bit down on his lip hard, tasting blood, as she bucked against him and
screamed out in the vast room. The jagged leather at his wrists dug painfully into his
skin as he pulled on them for support as she rocked against him. Fresh scraps trickled
small trails of blood over his arms, and to his surprise, the sensations only heightened
his excitement further.

She slammed over him again and ground her hips painfully against him, her muscles
violently releasing their hold on him.

Panting she raised her head and smiled at him. Dipping her hand between them, he closed
his eyes and groaned as her fingers slid against him.

"Open your eyes." He did as instructed and she raised her hand from between them
and slid a finger slowly over his lower lip. He licked his lips and sighed at the sweet
tanginess exploding in his mouth.

"Mistress?" he stuttered out, unable to control himself any longer, desperate
for a reprieve.

A soft chuckle escaped from her and amusement flashed brightly in her eyes.
"Can’t take it anymore?"

She chuckled softly again as he slowly shook his head back and forth, unable to find his
voice anymore.

"I suppose." She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips betrayed her
enjoyment. "You have been a good boy." Leaning forward, she tightened her grip
around the back of his neck.

He was cut off mid-sigh as she slammed down over him and started a hard, unrelenting
rhythm that to his surprise, he was able to match quickly.

Arousal bit deep within him and it was seconds before he dropped his head back and
screamed. A sharp loud *snikt* sliced through the room as the adamantium claws under his
skin extracted themselves violently as every muscle exploded at once.

"WHAT?" Jean screamed at the empty room and
halted her fingers in mid-motion. She shook her head to clear it; certain she had mixed
reality with the story. She slid her fingers carefully out of herself, and slowly re-read
the last paragraph.

Arousal bit deep within him and it was seconds before
he dropped his head back and screamed. A sharp loud *snikt* sliced through the room as the
adamantium claws under his skin extracted themselves violently as every muscle exploded at
once.

In disbelief, she slowly raised herself to a sitting
position and stared at the words on the page carefully re-reading them. Panting from her
exertion, she read the words several times but still found herself unable to absorb them.

It had to be all coincidence. It just had to be. Jean
flipped a few pages back to the start of the story and read the author’s name.

Anonymous.

The door lock clicked loudly in the silent room and
she snapped the book shut on her finger and scrambled back under the sheets.

Logan eyes her speculatively as the sheets settled around her. "You okay?" he
asked as he stepped in the room and shut the door behind him.

Nervously, Jean forced a smile and smoothed the sheets over herself with her free hand,
the book still clutched in her hand that lay hidden under the sheets. "I’m fine.
How was the mission?"

"Okay." He answered warily, unsure of why she was acting strangely. A soft musky
scent filled his nose, and he sniffed deeper trying to place it. He wrinkled his forehead
and leaned closer to her. The scent suddenly was overwhelming and he found himself
uncontrollably aroused as he realized what it was.

Smiling mischievously at her, he leaned closer and placed his face a few inches from hers.
"Enjoying yourself?"

Flustered, her face grew hot with embarrassment. "I have no idea what you’re
talking about."

His eyes glanced over at his nightstand and saw the
vacant spot where the book had been. Sliding his eyes back to hers, he said nothing.

Raising a hand to her cheek, he slowly trailed a finger down over her chin to her neck.
Sliding the sheets down to exposed her breasts to him; he lowered his head and lightly bit
one of her rock hard nipples. She sighed deeply and betrayed herself without thinking.

"I think you know exactly what I’m talking about." He said smartly as he
slid his hand under the sheet and contacted with the hard smooth surface of the book.

Sliding his finger between the pages where her finger held her place, he firmly yanked the
book away from her.

She gasped out in protest and grabbed for the book.
Frustrated when he jumped out of her reach, she flopped back against the pillows and
yanked the sheets up around herself to cover her exposed flesh.

"Now let’s see what story the unflappable Jean Grey was getting so worked up
over." Chuckling, he casually leaned back against the wall and opened the book to the
story she had been reading.

He carefully kept his face devoid of emotion as he scanned the title and author
information on the page. He shut the book closed and silently leaned over to replace it on
his nightstand.

Glancing at her face again, he could see the remains of her embarrassment fading away. He
felt laughter bubbling inside him and he struggled valiantly to contain it.

"So, did you enjoy it?" he asked casually,
settling himself on the bed next to her. His jeans tightened painfully across his crotch
as he sat; reminding him of the strong aroma he had first smelled when he walked in the
room. He gave in to some of his amusement, and chuckled softly and shook his head.
"Guess I don’t need to ask that."

Giving up on her embarrassment, she crossed her arms in front of her and huffed out a
breath. "Yes I did, but I didn’t get to finish it."

He chuckled, unsure if she meant the story or herself. Shaking his shoulders, he slid
quickly out of his leather jacket and tossed it carelessly into the corner. Leaning over
to kiss her, he was brought abruptly to a halt by her hand on his chest.

"Why?"

Confused, he shook his head. "Why what?"

"Why do you have a collection of erotic short stories on your nightstand?"

Placing his hands on either side of her hips, he leaned his weight on them. "I
don’t think that’s the question you want to ask."

Surprised, she sat and thought for a moment. "Your right, it’s not."

"You want to know if I wrote it." He said for her.

Biting her lip, she nervously shook her head.

"Jean, c’mon. Having a book full of sex on a nightstand’s one thing, but
writing it?"

Smiling, she blew out a breath. "I didn’t think so, it’s just…it had
so many similarities."

Brushing his lips over hers, he smiled back. "Of which are all coincidental." He
gently fastened his mouth over hers and relaxed against her as he felt her sigh and raise
her arms up to encircle his neck.

Convinced the topic was closed; he laughed at himself and decided he was going to have to
be more careful about where he left his books and who on the internet he sent his stories
to.