by Desiree Holt
His kiss was drugging, his tongue a wicked thing that teased and toyed and pulled her into a thick erotic fog. So many unfamiliar sensations were assaulting her. The globes of her ass were still hot and stinging from the spanking, the streaks of heat stimulating her pussy even though she’d just climaxed. She wanted more. Wanted Logan to toss her across his lap and spank her until there wasn’t an inch of her skin that wasn’t flaming red, and the thought stunned her.
When he lifted his mouth from hers, she wanted to reach up and pull it back but her wrists were still manacled. She wanted to cry with frustration. Wanted to be able to run her hands through the silken mane on his head, to touch him. Run her hands over him.
His smile was all-knowing and she was sure he’d read her mind. “Only when I allow it,” he told her. “Believe me, you will be able to touch every part of me. And I will enjoy it. We both will.”
He opened the nightstand drawer and removed a plastic bottle, uncapping it and squeezing some of the thick white contents into his hands. He knelt beside her as he worked it into his palms then massaged her shoulders and upper arms again. Shifting her body and propping pillows behind her had eased the strain on her arms and shoulders. Now the lotion soothed her muscles even more.
“I will always take care of you, Jody. It’s the responsibility of a good Master. Keep that in mind.”
His voice draped over her like a warm blanket, deep and rough but at the same time soft. She felt unbelievably protected and safe with this man, not the least bit frightened of turning her body over to him. Or obeying his wishes. Again she wondered at the latent tendencies she must have suppressed all these years.
Was it Logan’s strength that had always drawn her to him? His total sense of domination and control yet without the arrogance she’d seen in so many other men? She was suddenly gripped with a desire to please him beyond all of his expectations. Please him in a way that would shove all other women from his mind.
Other women.
Right. How would she compare?
She lowered her eyes. “Have you— Have you brought a lot of women here?”
He said nothing until he was finished with the lotion. Then he moved so his hand could cup her chin and force her to look up at him. “This is a place where I feel comfortable in my…sexual pursuits. So yes, I have brought women here before. But not all of them. Not even a lot of them. And now there’s no one here but the two of us. Remember that.”
He rearranged her again, raising her legs and bending them back until her knees touched her breasts. She was surprised that the position wasn’t uncomfortable and that the pressure on her clamped nibbles was unbelievably sensual.
The pulse in her cunt began to throb with desire as she realized what was coming next. Her eyes followed Logan as he opened a tube of gel, squeezed a large amount onto two fingers and began applying it to the area of her rectum. His fingertips circled around and around, spikes of pleasure driving through her just from that light surface touch. All her dark, forbidden desires began to rise as the image of what was about to happen danced in her mind.
“Has anyone ever fucked your ass before, sweet thing?”
She shook her head, beyond words. A cold thrill ran through her body. She was really going to let him do this. The most intimate act between a man and a woman.
“It requires a strong measure of trust, Jody. You said you trust me.” He stared at her. “You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”
She shook her head. Her “No” was barely more than a soft whisper.
His hand on the globes of her buttocks was hot as he spread the cheeks, exposing the tight ring of her anus. He stared at it for so long she began to worry.
“Is-is something wrong?”
“No. Nothing. This is just the sweetest asshole I’ve ever seen. Rosy brown and so tightly puckered. And it’s virgin. I can hardly tear my eyes away from it. Jesus, Jody. I could come just from looking at it.”
And then he shocked her by bending forward and running his tongue over her. Tiny pinpricks of heat spread out from the area and those delicious shivers skittered over her again.
“All right, then,” Logan said, his voice thick and slightly uneven, his face darkened with hunger. “Let’s see how you take my finger.”
Jody held herself still, awaiting the invasion, not knowing what to expect but the finger he pushed against the tight ring of muscle was cool and soothing with the gel he used. His shoulder pressed against the backs of her thighs, holding her in position as the finger slowly inserted itself into her rectum.
She was unprepared for the stab of dark sexual hunger that roared through her as his finger penetrated her deeper and deeper. His head was bent, his eyes fastened on what he was doing, but as soon as the finger had sunk in to the knuckle, he looked at her through her bent legs.
“Okay?”
“Yes.” She wet her lips. “Yes, Master.”
He smiled. “I love to hear you say that. After the night we spent together I realized how much I wanted it yet how afraid I was that this would turn you off.”
She drew in her breath as he added a second finger to the first and began scissoring them to stretch her inner tissues. “Never. I think…maybe…I’ve always…”
A third finger intruded beside the other two and any ability to speak was driven out by the powerful spike of lust that speared through her. There was pain, yes, and the tissues burned but the pleasure it gave way to was beyond anything she’d ever experienced. Her pussy throbbed, her skin turned cold then hot and her breath was trapped in her lungs.
She knew this was the ultimate symbol of possession and so had never allowed this act of intimacy before with anyone. Now her body begged for this intrusion, welcomed it. Wanted more.
“When we were together I wanted to fuck your ass more than anything,” Logan told her, his voice heavy and deep. “I want you to accept me by taking my cock in your ass. That will be the ultimate bonding.”
She cried out when his fingers slid from her body, not from pain but from the feeling of emptiness, but she didn’t have to wait long to be filled again. In seconds Logan had the tip of the butt plug pressed against her well-lubed hole, working it slowly into her ass.
“Breathe,” he told her. “Deep, slow breaths.”
Jody did her best to follow his directions but she was so aroused breathing was a problem to begin with. Slowly, inexorably, he pressed the plug into her rectum. Filling her. Stretching her. Until there was no place further for it to go.
Now the pulse at the core of her pussy throbbed with insistence, her cunt muscles fluttering, her cream trickling out and sliding down the crack of her ass. She was more aroused than she’d ever been in her life, her body demanding things she’d only read about.
Logan bent down and placed a kiss on each globe of her ass then lightly bit each cheek before lowering her legs. Once again he poured some of the lotion into his hands and massaged them into her thigh and calf muscles, slowly working the substance in until she felt the muscles relax, the tension ease.
She’d managed to even out her breathing but the next thing Logan did made her catch it again. He bent her knees and planted her feet flat on the mattress, thighs apart. Reaching for a small box on the nightstand, he opened it and took out three smooth metal balls.
“Do you know what these are?” His eyes were hot on her.
Jody nodded. “I saw them when I was surfing online.”
One large hand cupped her face, the skin slightly rough—from ranch work, she knew—but perhaps more arousing because of it. “Hard to believe that little Joanne Diana is so fascinated with sex toys and BDSM. I’ll have to give thanks for this storm or I might never have discovered your secrets.”
Jody felt heat creep up her cheeks and knew she was blushing. “I didn’t… I can’t… I mean…”
His laugh was low and guttural. “Don’t be ashamed. I’m glad. It opens up…new possibilities.” He slid the first ball into her pussy. “Ben Wah balls roll together
inside your cunt and stimulate all the nerves. Even if you’re lying still they have a built-in vibration that stimulates you.” He added a second then a third. “I’m going to shave you now, Jody. Hold yourself completely still, no matter how much you want to give in to a climax. Do not do anything. Do you understand?”
She wet her lips again and nodded her head. The balls were already doing their work and she wanted nothing more than for him to release her hands and let her bring herself to climax. But she would not disobey him. She didn’t want the game to end. “Yes, Master.”
“All right, then.” He bent and flicked his tongue over each of her swollen nipples then traced a line with his tongue between her breasts, down the center of her body, ending with a tiny nip of her clit. “I can’t wait to see this naked cunt.”
Chapter Four
Jody had used every bit of self control to hold herself still while Logan shaved her pubic curls with smooth, even stokes. Her rectum felt stretched from the plug and the steel balls in her vagina had just enough vibration to them to stimulate all her inner nerves. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists to keep from trying to squeeze her thighs together and rock until at least a minor climax took the edge off.
Logan’s hands were strong and sure, his fingers gentle as they pulled and tugged at her labia to get at the finer hairs on her inner flesh. After each stroke, he dipped a cloth in warm water and moved it gently over the shaved area.
And as he worked, he talked to her, in a low, deep, murmuring voice.
“You have no idea how hard it was watching you emerge and blossom into the sexy woman you are and deliberately keep my hands to myself. Every time I looked at you I got so hard I thought my cock would bust my zipper. But you were my sister’s friend, for god’s sake. You don’t fuck your sister’s friends. I think it’s an unwritten rule somewhere.”
He swished the razor in the bowl of water balanced on the bed, spread more shaving cream on her mound and began the process again.
“But every time I looked at you all I could see was you on your knees in front of me, your hands bound behind your back, my collar around your neck and my cock in your mouth. Jesus, Jody. You don’t know how hard it was for me to behave myself. The only way I could control what I felt was to be sarcastic, to act as if I didn’t care.”
And that’s exactly what I thought. Until that night you came to San Antonio.
Jody cleared her throat, forcing her mind away from the reactions surging through her body. “So what made you ask me out to dinner that night?”
He swished the razor again and eased the warm cloth over her public area. “A whim, I guess. I was in town on business, at loose ends. Couldn’t make myself call any of the women in San Antonio I’ve…dated before.”
“Dated,” she snorted. “Yeah, right. Good word.”
“I thought maybe we could have a nice dinner,” he continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “I could get this all out of my system and that would be that.”
“You brought me home, kissed me senseless and couldn’t wait to get into my bed,” she reminded him.
“Because what began as a chaste goodnight kiss blew my mind. In two seconds it was beyond polite and morphed into ravaging. After that there was no way I could stop.” He looked up at her. “Then my problem was keeping away from you. I was sure if I told you what I really liked you’d run away screaming. What a surprise you’ve turned out to be.”
Picking up the bowl, he carried it into the bathroom with the cloth, shaving cream and razor. She could hear him rinsing and putting things away and then he was back. Reaching over her head, he unfastened the cuffs from her wrists but left them tied to the headboard. When he lifted her to a sitting position, he massaged her muscles again but she hardly noticed any strain. The position he’d shifted her to had taken care of that, not to mention the fact that the only thing on her mind was the plug in her ass and the devilish metal balls shifting back and forth in her vagina.
His eyes dropped to her naked cunt, heat flaring in them as he raked his gaze over the freshly shaved skin.
“Hell,” he murmured. “That’s too sinful to be allowed. I have to feel it. Touch it. Taste it.”
He ran his fingertips lightly over the bare skin, tracing the lines the razor had made, sliding two fingers between her labia with the lightest of caresses. Bending down, he placed an open-mouthed kiss on her lips that nearly caused her to jackknife at the sizzling sensation. He trailed kisses the length of her body, pausing here and there to nip and lick. His mouth was hot and wet, and when she felt the contact of his lips on her freshly naked skin, it sent tendrils of delight snaking through her.
There wasn’t an area he’d shaved that he didn’t taste, moving his slick tongue so slowly she wanted to scream at him to hurry. And every time she tried to hitch her hips those balls rolled in her hot channel, lighting the ends of her nerves. Little flutters teased the inner walls of her pussy and the juice of her arousal trickled down into the cleft of her ass.
When he lifted his head she wanted to cry out, tell him not to stop. Beg him to continue to trace that wicked tongue through every inch of her cunt. She couldn’t help the little moans that kept bursting from her lips, almost a growl.
Logan was breathing heavily, his face flushed and he drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Exquisite. God, the thought of another man doing that to you drives me nuts. Don’t move.” He lifted the tiny clamp that he’d shown her with the nipple clamps, very carefully tugged her clit into prominence and placed the butterfly on it.
Jody felt a tiny pinch, which was quickly replaced by a burst of pleasure.
Logan opened the drawer in the chest again, and when he came back to her, he was holding a thin strip of leather in his hand. “Do you know what this is?” he asked.
She swallowed. “A collar?”
“That’s correct. I’m going to put it on you. You’ll wear it the entire time we’re in this cabin. If you have any objections, now is the time to tell me.”
Jody shook her head. “No. No objections.”
He put his lips to her ear. “The hard part will be not wanting to keep it on you all the time.”
He said it so softly she wasn’t even sure she heard correctly. Then the next minute he was fastening the buckle at the nape of her neck and smoothing the leather in place. When he was satisfied with the way it looked, he lifted her to her feet.
“On your knees, Jody,” he commanded. “Now.”
She was somewhat awkward with the butt plug in place and the Ben Wah balls driving her crazy, but she dropped to her knees as gracefully as she could and looked up at him. God, he was so gorgeous. Wide shoulders topped a lean and rangy body that was all hard muscle. Dark curls covered his chest and dusted his corded arms and thighs. His magnificent cock rose from a matching nest of curls, thick and ropy with a flared purple head. His balls lay heavy in their sac against his thighs. She was sure she could come just from looking at him.
“Take me in your hands.”
She didn’t need a second invitation. Instantly she wrapped the fingers of both hands around the heated shaft, feeling the hardness of it beneath the soft velvet of the skin that covered it. A bead of pearlescent fluid rested at the slit and before she could stop herself she reached out with her tongue and licked it off.
Logan’s fingers threaded through her hair and pulled her head back. “You do only what I tell you. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Master. But I—”
“Only what I tell you,” he repeated. “Now. Your tongue is so smooth on my skin, I will permit you to do that again. And after you lick the head clean, press the tip of your tongue into the slit and scoop out any fluid still there.”
Still gripping his penis in her hands, Jody lapped at the soft skin of the head again then probed the slit with her tongue. Curling the tip, she licked up the fluid that still rested inside the opening, swallowing the sweet-salty taste before licking her lips again.
“You like the way I
taste? Good. Because when I tell you to suck me until I come, I want you to swallow every bit of it. Run your tongue through the slit again.”
She complied and heard the hiss of his indrawn breath. Emboldened, she ran the tip of her tongue back and forth just inside the opening while her hands began a slow glide up and down the shaft.
“Jesus, Jody.” The words exploded from him and his entire body tightened. He lifted her head roughly away from his cock. “Holy shit. Where did you learn to do it like that?”
She shrugged, heart hammering. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Wrong? Hell no. But you’ll give me a heart attack if I let you keep doing that. Please tell me you don’t do that with…others.”
“I’ve…never done that before. Tell me what I did wrong.”
“Nothing,” he growled. “You’re too damn good at this stuff just naturally. God.” He cupped her cheeks and traced her mouth with his thumbs. “Take my balls in your hand and lick them.”
His balls were heavy in her palms as she dipped her head beneath his cock and ran her tongue over the pleated surface covered with fine, silky hair. The muscles of his thighs tightened and a moan rumbled up from his chest.
“Enough. Your mouth is so hot and sweet, Jody, I can hardly stand it.” His hands clutched at her hair again. “I want you to be prepared to take me in your mouth whenever I command it. Understood?”
She bobbed her head. “Understood.”
“You’ve been a very good girl so far. I think you’ve earned a drink.”
Placing his hands beneath her upper arms, he helped her to rise. The steel balls rolled inside her wet channel, sending frissons of sensation shooting through her. She tried to squeeze her thighs together without Logan seeing her.
