by Lynn Stark
This was the moment where they were completely vulnerable to one another. Why he needed this was a mystery to her. What she did know, however, was that he was achieving with her something he had never gained from another woman. That knowledge filled her completely, satisfying her as nothing else could. That and realizing that his complete domination over her was helping her cope in other ways, helping her to find control again. All the confu-sion and uncertainty in her life was taken away. When she was here, when she gave everything over to him, she felt truly free, loved, and protected.
When Logan reached down to pull the clamp off her clitoris, Peaches nearly came undone. It took every ounce of willpower to hold back the wave of pleasure that was crashing violently against the weakening wall of her control.
Then Logan was tormenting her clit, rubbing it, pulling it, sliding his fingers through the slippery, cream-covered folds of her sex. “Come for me, baby. Come for me now,” he commanded roughly, darkly, his face beautiful as the muscles tautened as his own climax neared.
“Yes, Master!” Peaches screamed, her body tortured by the orgasm that followed. It tore through her, unlike any she had experienced before. His cock slammed into her, stretching her, pulsing powerfully as his seed spurted up the length from his tightening balls.
Chapter Sixteen
Logan removed the ropes with quick, efficient movements, without the near reverent manner in which he had tied them. His heart thumped in his chest as he straightened slender limbs, rubbing them, getting the circulation going fully again. He had made certain he had not bound her too tightly. He wanted the experience to be exhilarating, challenging, but not frightening or damaging.
Peaches’s reaction to being bound had gone beyond his expectations. He had not expected her to accept it so readily. As seconds had turned into minutes, he had expected to hear her safe word. She had never spoken it.
Then she had allowed him to test her further, having her watch as he so starkly displayed her body. She would not know it, but his own control had been lost once as he had tormented and pleasured her willing body with the selection of toys. Strong spurts of cum had jetted from his body, leaving him weak, his legs shaking beneath him.
Lifting Peaches into his arms, Logan carried her across the room to the bed. Placing her upon the sheets, he left her there while he went to get warm water and a cloth. He bathed her gently, lovingly, wiping away the sweat that had beaded on her lovely skin, the drying evidence of her arousal and his, until her skin glowed. Then he was turning her onto her stomach so he could rub soothing cream onto the red welts on her shoulders, back, buttocks, and thighs. He smiled as he heard her appreciative moans.
“Like that, do you?”
“Yes, Master.”
With his cock jumping up to hit his belly, Logan grinned. Leaning forward, he kissed her soft skin. “You are so beautiful. The most beautiful sub I have ever had. You have pleased your Master greatly.” He turned her back over. “Look at me, sub.” Warm brown eyes rose to meet his. “Will you wear my collar?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You would wear it willingly?”
“Yes, Master. I would wear it with great pleasure, knowing I am yours.” In this room, he would be her Master. Outside of it, Logan knew they would argue, they would fight, she would ignore what he wanted her to do. But that’s what he loved about her, about what they had. She would challenge him. And he liked few things more than a challenge. But even in this room, he didn’t want or expect a mindless slave. Their relationship was far more than that.
Logan left the bed and walked out into the living room. Walking to the kitchen area, he opened a cabinet. He took out the square black box. He didn’t bother to look inside again. He had told Colt what he had wanted, and his friend had brought it to him. It was perfect.
Returning to the bedroom, he saw that Peaches had not moved. She waited, all soft and beautiful, her eyes glowing. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he helped her sit up. Then he was opening the box and removing the collar.
“Oh, it’s beautiful!” Peaches exclaimed, staring in awe at the diamond choker. It was suitable for any megastar walking down a red carpet. It sparkled and burned in the light. He felt her shiver as he put it around her neck and clasped it firmly at her nape. He kissed the hollow of her throat, just below where the strands rode her slender neck. It was a perfect fit. Slender fingers explored it. “It’s so beautiful,” she said again, her voice a whisper.
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“Like you.” Logan ran his fingers through her soft blonde curls. His thumbs caressed the soft skin of her face, sliding them over her cheekbones, then down along her jaw to her chin.
“My beautiful, precious sub, who is so perfect for me.” The long lashes swept down as she pressed her cheek into his rough palm. “My beautiful love.” When she looked at him the next time, her beautiful brown eyes glowed with something new. Knowledge. She knew that he loved her, even if he didn’t know how to get the exact words out just yet. It was enough for now. Her gaze told him so.
“Master?”
“Yes?”
“May I give you pleasure now?”
If she hadn’t offered so generously, Logan was sure he would have begged her. Feeling his weakness for this woman, he moved to lie back on the bed. The length of his cock told of his obvious torment. Peaches wrapped the fingers of both hands around it, holding it firmly as she knelt between his legs.
There was no possible way for her to take the whole of his cock to the back of her throat, but the woman loved as much of him as she could with her mouth. Kissing and licking, Peaches stroked the remaining exposed shaft with her hands. Gentle fingers worshiped his balls. She weighed them, stroked them through the hair-roughened skin. When she stroked beyond, he caught his breath.
The woman was a witch, casting her spell upon him as she sucked, licked, and probed his body. Her slender finger slid into his asshole as the head of his cock touched the back of her throat. She swallowed around him as she tantalized that most mysterious spot inside his dark channel. Catching her head in his hands, his hips bucked as he came, spilling his seed into her eager mouth.
The following morning Logan cursed as soon as he closed the door to his playroom behind him. He had asked Peaches to wait for him. While the distance to the house wasn’t that great, it was still more winter nightmare than winter wonderland outside. The morning sun-shine was trying to push through the clouds, but the wind was whipping the snow around, pushing it into higher drifts. Just as he reached for the line to the house, the house he couldn’t currently see as a gust of wind blew the snow across the distance between, a snowball hit him in the side of the head.
Cursing again as it slid down his neck, he spun around to see Peaches on the path to the house, about fifteen feet away. She was laughing openly, already packing a second snowball into shape. It flew with terrifying accuracy and hit him square in the face. It exploded. Wiping it away, he began to advance on her, nearly grinning at her horrified expression. Obviously, she hadn’t meant to hit him in the face. Then she laughed again, backing away as a third snowball came to life between her gloved hands.
A scream erupted from her throat as he launched himself at her, tackling her, taking her down onto the snow-covered ground. The drift slid in on them as he pushed her body into the snow with his.
“I should take your smart little ass back in there,” Logan growled, trying to look severe as he stared down into her laughing brown eyes. Her pretty mouth was grinning. “I’ll tie you up and rub snow all over your nipples and pussy until you’re begging for mercy.” 116
She wrinkled her nose and laughed. “Sounds like fun to me.” She took his face between her hands and then raised her head until their mouths touched. “I haven’t seen this place without snow all over it. Is there a place big enough to hold our wedding and reception?” Logan laughed. “Baby, this is a very large ranch in Montana. You’ve got thousands of acres to pick from.” Lifting himself off her, he pulled her to her feet and
tried to brush the snow off her backside. “So, you’re starting to plan.” Peaches nodded. “I’ve got some plans. But they’ll all be secret until the very end.”
“Shouldn’t your grooms know what you intend?”
She shook her head vigorously. “You have to trust me, the same way I trust you.” He stopped her near the house. His expression was solemn as he stared down at her. “I trust you with my life.”
Reaching for his hand, she squeezed it. “As I trust you with mine, sweetheart. We’re going to have a great life together.”
The moment those words, the firm declaration sank in, he felt it all the way to his soul.
They would have a great life together. He could see it as clearly as if it were there in front of him.
As they walked into the house, she stopped him in his tracks with another question. “Will it embarrass you if I waddle down the aisle with a big belly?”
“Hell, no!” he growled. “The bigger your belly is the better. The whole town will know what studs you have for husbands.”
Giggling, Peaches wrapped her arms around his waist, cold, wet coat and all. “You’re so funny.”
Logan had been called many things in his life, but funny was never one of them. Smiling, he kissed the top of her head, cold, wet curls and all. Then she was turning in his arms, stopping when she saw the condition of the kitchen. Logan looked from her to the table, the counters, and the floor. There were jars of jelly, peanut butter, pickles, ketchup, and chocolate sauce scattered around. Two cans of whipped topping, which he suspected were empty, were on the floor. “I don’t think I want to know.”
Peaches shuddered. “Me either.”
Another laugh escaped him as she went around the kitchen, tossing the collection of spreads and condiments into the trash. “I don’t think they ate supper.”
“Ya think? I just hope they took it to Ryan’s room.” While they expected Ryan and Damien to make an appearance as soon as she started making breakfast in the freshly cleaned kitchen, neither man appeared until he had finished off two stacks of the fluffy apple pancakes. Peaches laughed as he hunched protectively over his third stack. Logan growled as his friends shook off the snow as they peeled their outer gear off and headed for their woman.
“Morning, baby. Did you have fun last night?” Damien asked, leaning in for a brief but heated kiss.
“Yes, I did. Did you?”
“Uh, yes.”
Logan watched as neither man could meet either of their amused gazes. Chuckling, he smeared more butter and maple syrup on his pancakes before he sliced the side of the fork through the stack and then stabbed it. He shoved the dripping wedge into his mouth, chewing 117
thoughtfully, as color swept into their faces. Color, he suspected, that had nothing to do with the cold.
“We watched movies all night,” Ryan said, heading for the table where Peaches lured him with a plate of pancakes. “We didn’t get around to making something for supper. We just snacked. Sorry we didn’t clean up the mess.”
Damien followed him. “Yeah, they were good movies.”
“Which ones did you watch? Maybe Peaches and I’ll be lazy for the day.”
“Uh…”
“I’d like to know how they watched them,” Peaches said curiously, sitting down and picking up her fork. “Did you play them in your room?” She watched both men closely.
“No, we only have the one DVD player.”
“Then how did they watch them?” she asked Logan curiously.
“Why’s that?” Logan asked, watching the two men and trying not to laugh aloud. They were in panic mode. Peaches obviously knew something none of the rest of them did.
“Juno ran off with the cord the other day. I had everything disconnected when I moved things around to clean. He got ahold of it and I haven’t seen it since. Unless they found it, of course.” One look at them said they had been caught in a lie. She looked at him, seeming to know how he felt about the cats. “Sorry. I’ll spend the day looking for it. It’s probably under or on top of something.”
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll work on the cat playroom today. Then they won’t get in so much trouble. These two can do my chores and help the men.” Peaches nodded, and then cut into her stack of pancakes. “Remind me to add chocolate syrup, peanut butter, jelly, ketchup, and whipped cream to the grocery list. Maybe we should buy double next time.”
“Don’t forget pickles,” Logan added helpfully.
“Oh, yeah, I forgot.” She nodded. “Pickles, too.” They had fun with their partners until Damien and Ryan couldn’t take it anymore. They finished their pancakes and milk and then all but ran out of the house, Logan’s laughter following them.
He noticed he was getting much better at the laughter thing. Looking across the table at the woman who had stolen his heart, he wondered what would have happened to him if he hadn’t ever met her. He’d have to remember to thank the numbnuts for bringing her home.
He really owed them.
Nine hours later, Peaches stood with her back resting against him as they admired their handiwork. The new cat playground was finished. Brightly painted boards made catwalks high above the floor. There were shelf steps going up and down the walls. One wall was covered with carpet. There was a thick rope hanging from floor to ceiling. There were balls, hanging toys, bells, catnip scratchpads, a cat condo and a cat tree, a cat bed on the wide shelf he put at the window. There were even new food dishes. It was a cat nirvana.
They had kept the cats shut in the bathroom during the construction period. Peaches went to let them out as he waited in the doorway. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was feeling anxious. He wanted the fucking cats to like it, so he could win points with his lady.
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When the cats ran through the room like their tails were on fire, jumping and exploring, Peaches threw her arms around his neck. She dangled there as she kissed him hard on the mouth.
“Oh, you are such a genius!”
Logan enjoyed his new status as genius for days afterward. More snow came, piled on the mountains of snow preceding it, only to be moved around into piles that wouldn’t melt until well into spring. He thanked the hefty bank account that allowed them to have the equipment needed for such heavy work.
The herd wasn’t happy, but they managed to keep them alive as the days passed into weeks. Since she was “officially” bored to tears, Peaches began to go to the barn with them every morning. She groomed and exercised horses. Logan had to admire her skill. She hadn’t been bragging that first time he had met her. She was an extremely competent horsewoman.
Logan, Ryan, and Damien spent a lot of time watching her, not getting much else done in the meanwhile. They knew they were loafing a bit too much when the men would start teasing them.
“You guys aren’t getting paid to watch pretty girls,” one of the older cowhands joked, slapping Logan’s shoulder with the confidence of an old friend.
They began discussing their plans for the next few months. Ryan and Damien would head back out on the rodeo circuit. Peaches would accompany them from time to time, until she wasn’t comfortable traveling. Then she would remain at home so he could care for her. He liked the thought of that. It pleased him in a manner he never believed would happen. He was happy and Peaches was the reason for it. He loved her.
And he loved his friends and partners, though he doubted they would get more than one gruff declaration from him. He had yet to tell them.
Everything was going fine until Peaches was notified that she was going to have to testify against the first robber the police had caught.
“You’re not going.” It was a command. With arms folded across his chest, he tried to look his most intimidating.
Unfortunately, Peaches wasn’t intimidated. She was merely annoyed. “I have to go,” she said with a sigh. “I don’t have any choice.”
“I was hoping someone would kill him in jail.”
She threw him a look as she packed a bag with clothes
. “Well, considering he’s probably the leader of a large portion of the jail’s population, there’s not much chance of that happening. He has more protection than the president does. You’ll drive me to the airport tomorrow, won’t you?”
“You’re not going commercial. Colt has a jet. We’re borrowing it.”
“We?”
Logan scowled down at her. “Yes, we will be going with you. You know your future husbands? The men who will defend you until we each take our dying breath?”
“Never mind that she saved each of us at least once,” Damien drawled from the doorway of their bedroom. He was obviously enjoying their argument. He looked at Peaches. “We’re going. Where you and the baby go, we go. There is no arguing about it.” 119
“Which reminds me,” Logan said. “We’ll be stopping by the clinic on our way to the airport. The doctor will be checking everything. If she says you can go, then you can go. She has the final say.”
Baby. Logan grinned like an idiot. Damien joined him as they stared at their woman, the mother of their child. Ryan pushed into the room, saw their grins, and then joined them. It had been the last test kit out of the carton that had given them the results they had been waiting for. They were going to be fathers. She was going to be a mother. They grinned some more as she grabbed her bag and headed toward them in the door. She was shaking her head and muttering something about idiots as she pushed through.
“You love us and you know it!” Ryan called after her. A shoe was sent flying in his direction. He ducked, but it skimmed his left ear. “Hormonal. I know hormonal when I see it!”
“You’re going to be seeing a lot more of it,” she called back hotly and then continued down the hall, muttering to herself. “Men! What the fuck was I thinking? Three of them? Seriously? I’m going to have to ask my mother if she dropped me on my head.” Logan pushed past him, carrying the heavier of the two bags she’d packed. “If you keep messing with her, I’m going to take you out to the playroom and tie your ass up.” Damien gave him a warning of another kind. “You might listen to him. He is going to be real frustrated now that his little sub is pregnant. He won’t have a playmate for at least the next nine months.”
