“You’re thinking mighty hard again there, girl.”
“Sorry, Sir, and I know I should have told you, but I was afraid you wouldn’t want me, had you known.” Logan shook his head and looked at her as though she had completely lost her marbles, so she rushed on. “I mean an almost twenty-five-year-old virgin is pretty pathetic, when you think about it.”
Logan didn’t say anything, just studied her in that quietly intense way he had that made her feel as though he could look right into her soul. No doubt, right now, he could. Lindsey had always been told she had an expressive face, and she couldn’t hide her feelings from him, even she wanted to.
“Why were you?” he finally asked. “I mean, there must have been occasions to indulge, shall we say, and come to think of it, you’ve been scening at the club for over a year. How come none of your play partners ever found out?”
Lindsey stalled for time by drinking the last of the coffee.
“Lindsey, answer me. This is important, damn it.” He took the cup out of her hands, and waited for her answer.
“Vaginal sex was on my hard limits. We did other things.” She shrugged her shoulders as though it hadn’t been a big deal, and Logan grasped her by the shoulders, and gave her a little shake.
“Damn it woman, answer me, or I will you put you over my knee and pummel that behind of yours. Never mind waiting for your punishment until we get to the club. You’ll get one right now, and another one there. Is that what you want?”
Lindsey swallowed hard at what she knew was to come at the club later on, and she shook her head.
“Then, tell me what things. I’m pretty sure I know, but I want to hear you say it.”
“Everything else.” Lindsey couldn’t look at him as she said that and predictably that answer wasn’t enough for him.
“Be specific, girl.”
“Fine. Oral, hand jobs, tit fucks, you know, the usual.”
“Anal?” he asked and heat flared in her cheeks, and his hand balled into a fist in her peripheral vision. She nodded instead of answering him, and he growled low in his throat. That sound was the sexiest one ever, and her pussy lips dampened anew.
“You do know how fucked up that is, right?”
Lindsey flicked a glance up at him, and kept quiet, not knowing what to say in her defense.
Logan sighed and reaching across to the nightstand, handed her one of the bowls of pasta.
“Anyway, eat, before this gets cold. I still maintain you should have told me. I would have been…gentler.”
Lindsey’s heart missed a few beats at the haunted expression in his eyes, before he looked down on his dish of food and speared a generous amount on his fork.
“It was your first time. That ought to have been special, not a fuck on my bleeding couch.”
He glared her way again in that intensely brooding way he had, and Lindsey smiled.
“It was special, Sir, because it was with you.”
* * * *
The quietly spoken words uttered with total conviction meant his food stuck in the back of his throat. Instead of responding, he shoveled food in his mouth, not really tasting it, but it absolved him from the need to speak to her. In truth, he had no idea what to say to that. He was still reeling inside from the knowledge that she loved him, and having taken her virginity. The thought that she might have held out because of her love for him sat like a heavy lump in his stomach. He didn’t want that responsibility. It was another stab of guilt to the ones he already carried around with him, though at least he could let go of the one where he’d wondered whether he’d taken her away from the love of her life.
Having finished his meal in record time, he looked across to see her pushing her pasta around, and he took the fork out of her hand. Her eyes widened in surprise when he filled it high and held it up to her mouth.
“Open, up, little bird, you need to eat.”
“I’m not really that hungry.”
“Bullshit, I could hear your stomach growling from downstairs. Eat.”
Lindsey looked all set to argue with him, but he grasped her by the nape, and lifted the fork up again all the while maintaining eye contact with his unruly subbie.
She threw her hands up in a defeated gesture.
“Fine, have it…umph.”
Logan grinned as she grimaced around the mouthful of food that he’d managed to get in her mouth while she was talking, and rolling her eyes, she dutifully chewed and swallowed.
“I’m not a child, you know. I can feed myself,” she said, when he lifted the next forkful, and Logan raised an eyebrow at her and held three fingers up with his free hand.
It was rather satisfying to see her blanch and open her mouth.
This bizarre dance continued until two thirds of the bowl was gone, and she shook her head at him.
“Please, Sir, no more. I’m full.”
Logan let it pass and put the bowl back on the nightstand.
“You have to eat more, girl. I know you were hungry, so why on earth aren’t you eating to match that hunger?”
Lindsey dropped her gaze and fiddled with the cover.
“Lindsey.”
“I…Everything goes straight to my hips if I do that.”
Logan shook his head and resisted the urge to laugh. She wouldn’t appreciate that, and besides, this was clearly an issue for her.
“And that would be a problem, why?”
Her head shot up at that, and she looked at him as though he’d lost the plot.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t like me much if I was the size of a freaking house, Sir.”
Logan did laugh then, and predictably the minx glowered at him.
“This isn’t funny. You men don’t have those problems, especially you. I mean, look at you, all damn perfect and…”
She firmed her lips as though she’d said too much, and Logan kissed her again. After a moment’s hesitation, she opened to him and kissed him back. Logan gentled his hold on her, putting all the feelings he couldn’t articulate into the kiss. Lindsey whimpered at the back of her throat, and taking her head in his hands, he angled her to enable him better access. Lindsey’s fingertips traced his torso, and his unruly cock rose to full attention. He grunted when her little hand stroked his shaft through the fabric of his joggers.
Logan pulled away and, grasping her hand by the wrist, stopped the far too arousing movement of those digits.
“Please, Sir, let me. You don’t look comfortable and I’m too sore to have sex right now, but I really want to please you.”
A moan escaped her when he fisted his hand in her hair and tugged slightly.
“I know a delaying tactic when I see it, and naughty girls do not get to suck my cock.” Her shoulders dropped and the sheet she tucked under her armpits slipped to reveal her heavy breasts. The nipples still looked slightly red from his earlier ministrations, his bite mark clearly visible on the sensitive flesh. Seeing her thus marked was fucking hot and he gentled his hold on her hair further, while he freed his hard dick with the other and fisted himself.
Lindsey’s eyes widened when she saw what he was doing, and her nipples firmed in front of his eyes. He released her hair, took one the rosy tips between his fingers, and pulled.
“Sir, please…”
The gasped words meant he had to stroke himself harder, and when their gazes connected, he saw the naked desire in his girl’s eyes.
“You know what would really please me, girl?” he asked.
Lindsey licked her lips and followed his downward movement, as he scooted his backside down the bed until he lay with his head on the cushions.
“Please, tell me, Sir.” Her breathless reply made him even harder, and he sucked in a sharp breath as she braced her hands on his chest to keep herself semi upright.
“To see you not starve yourself in some misguided notion that you need to stay this thin.”
“Oh.”
He smiled at the surprised look on her face.
“I’ll let
you in a little secret. Most of us men, I included, like curves on our women, and I’m not just talking about these.”
He let go of his dick to enable him to grasp both of Lindsey’s tits and squeeze them. Her mouth fell open in response, and his cock twitched at her responsiveness. Logan was beginning to suspect that his girl was one of those rare women who could come from nipple stimulation alone, which opened itself up to all sorts of interesting scenarios to explore in the future.
He shifted his hands to enable him to rub his thumbs over the hard nubs, and Lindsey’s breathing sped up. Her arms quivered as though she had trouble keeping herself upright, and Logan flipped them over until she was lying on the bed. Straddling her midriff, he grasped her hands and secured her wrists to the leather restraints he pulled out from under his bed. He’d placed the system under his mattress out of habit when he’d moved in, never once expecting to use it again, and he silently congratulated himself on having done so, because it made this whole thing much easier.
“Sir?” Lindsey bit her lip, and her heartbeat accelerated to dangerous levels if the rapidly beating pulse point in her neck was to be believed.
“Shh, trust me, little bird. I’m making a point here.”
A half sob, half laugh came from the woman beneath his thighs, and he could feel her chest expand to take a deep breath in, before she released it in a visible effort to calm herself.
“Good girl, that’s it. You just keep breathing, now.”
She tugged on her restraints, and he shook his head.
“Hold still now, I’m going to do to the same to your legs, baby.”
Lifting off her, he took the blanket covering her lower half with him, and Lindsey screwed her eyes shut, and shook her head.
“Talk to me. What’s going on in your head right now, and give me a color.”
“Yellow, Sir, please.”
Logan put a hand on her quivering belly to soothe his girl, and she took another deep breath.
“Good girl, what are you worried about?”
“I-I really need to pee.”
She blushed from head to toe as she said that, and Logan barely hid his grin.
“Look at me, little bird.”
When she shook her head and kept her eyes shut, Logan firmed his voice.
“I said, look at me, girl.”
Lindsey winced, but dutifully opened her eyes, even as her gaze flitted all over the place.
“This had better be the truth and not another delaying tactic.”
The speed with which she shook her head made him grin.
“Okay then. As I’m not into water sports, I guess I best untie you so that you can go.” He winked at her as he said that, and Lindsey giggled. It was good to see her relax and let her fun side out a little. He released her from the cuffs and she scooted off the bed with such haste that he had no doubt she really did need to go.
“Bathroom’s through that door. Don’t take too long or I will be forced to come in and get you.”
Lindsey shrieked and took off at high speed, giving him a perfect view of her clenching ass cheeks as she did so. Logan smiled, tucked his dick back in his joggers as best he could and, rummaging through his bedstand drawer, found what he was looking for. Now was as good a time as any to give her this. Besides, his girl needed reassurance, and if he knew anything about women then this should go a long way toward achieving that goal.
Chapter Eleven
Lindsey washed her hands for the umpteenth time and frowned at her reflection in the mirror. She knew she was stalling for time, and if she took much longer, Sir would no doubt march in here and drag her back into the bedroom by her hair.
That thought should have frightened her, but like everything they had done so far, the thought just sent a sharp thrill of excitement through her veins. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to walk back in that room butt-naked and she wrapped one of the fluffy bath towels on the warming rail around her body. It dwarfed her small frame completely, and for the first time ever, Lindsey allowed herself to concede that she might be too thin. On the heels of that thought came worry that Sir wouldn’t find her desirable like this, even if all evidence so far pointed to the contrary.
Oh, for pity’s sake, stop this, and go in there.
Having given herself that mental pep talk, Lindsey pushed the bathroom door open and made her way through. Logan was standing at the window, looking out at his back garden. He swung round when she shut the door behind her, and her heart beat faster when he hid something behind his back. The scowl on his face as he ran his gaze over her towel made her sink to her knees in an instant. Oh lord, he looked pissed.
“Very nice, but did I give you permission to cover up, girl?”
The censure he put on that last word alone, made her tremble, and she cringed at his displeasure. So much for wanting to please him.
“No, Sir,” she whispered, and Logan’s deep sigh made her feel even more wretched. With trembling fingers, she undid the knot holding her towel up over her breasts and let the material drop.
“Better, spread your knees wider, so I can see what’s mine.”
His tone had softened slightly, but it still held that edge that let her know he meant business, and her submissive side sighed in relief. This was why she’d sought out the club, after all. When she was scening, all the worries floated out of her mind. Not that any Dom had ever brought her truly to that place where she stopped thinking completely, but she knew instinctively that Logan was the one man who would be able to. All she had to do was put herself in his hands.
“Much better, girl.”
Her shoulders relaxed further under his praise, and she could swear she could feel his gaze roam over her skin like a physical caress. It made her breasts tingle and her pussy dampen in her arousal.
“Why did you cover up? The truth now.”
“I…well, I wasn’t sure you would like what you see, Sir.”
Even to her own ears that sounded stupid now, and sure enough Logan gave a short laugh in answer.
“Come here, girl.”
She made to rise, but his sharp “No” stopped her.
“I want you to crawl over here. Make it good. Swing those hips for me. I want to see that gorgeous rack of yours jiggle as you move.”
Lindsey gave a nervous laugh, but, leaning forward, she got on her hands and knees. It felt awkward at first, but the plush carpet in his bedroom was soft and she started to crawl.
“Slower, little bird.”
She got an extraordinary amount of pleasure from hearing him call her that again, and moving with slow, exaggerated movements, she crawled toward the place he still stood. Every slide of her hands and knees ratcheted her arousal up a notch, and by the time her finger tips touched his bare feet, she was so wet she could feel her arousal slipping down the inside of her thighs.
A shiver went down her spine when Logan pushed her head all the way to the floor and stepped around her. His hand traced the vertebrae along her spine, leaving goose bumps in its wake, and she held her breath when he reached the top of her butt. Using both his hands now, he massaged those globes, and she groaned when he delved lower. With gentle fingers, he parted her labial lips, and in the next instant his hot breath skittered across her pussy.
“So fucking wet and beautiful.”
Logan licked along her slit, and Lindsey bit her lip to stop from crying out. Despite her soreness, that felt so good, and he chuckled into her folds when her knees threatened to buckle from under her.
“Keep that butt up for me, or I’ll be forced to take this to my playroom and to tie you down on the spanking bench to keep you still.”
This time Lindsey didn’t even try to hold in her moan.
“Like that idea, I see, my sweet.” He swatted her ass playfully, and then, without warning, grasped her thighs and spread them wider while lifting her knees off the floor. Her pussy contracted as cool air wafted over her wet slit at the move, which meant she couldn’t move. Hands flat on the floor, hea
d sideways, she was completely exposed and at his mercy.
“Let me show you how much I love this body, shall I?”
Her heart latched onto the “love” part of that sentence and she gasped in pleasure when he licked all the way along her slit in one continuous move. Starting at her clit, that far-too-talented tongue left a path of wet heat behind as he circled the little nub, nibbled at her lips on the way, and then slowly licked up her perineum until he rimmed her anus. Again, and again he repeated the process, until her breaths came in short pants, and the circles of need tightened in her belly. Lava spread though her veins, and she moaned her disappointment when he stopped his languorous torment of her nether regions.
A sharp bite to her left ass cheek made her cry out and brought her arousal down a notch, even as he immediately soothed that sting with his tongue.
“Convinced yet, little bird, or shall I keep going?”
His voice sounded gruff, as though he was barely keeping himself in check, and Lindsey lifted her head slightly to be able to see him.
On his knees right behind her, he looked like he sounded. His biceps bunched with the effort required to keep her up in the air, and the veins on his neck stood out. His lips glistened with the evidence of her arousal and his usually so blue eyes looked almost black in his lust for her.
Seeing him this on the edge brought her inner brat out, and she pursed her lips.
“I don’t know. I think you need to convince me some more, Sir.”
Logan laughed, lowered her knees back on the floor, and delivered two more stinging swats across her butt cheeks that made her catch her breath.
“Watch the sass, girl, or I’ll make good on my promise.”
Lindsey closed her eyes, and spoke the words on her heart.
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