“I’m the one in control here, not you. The sooner you learn to accept that fact, the easier this will be for you.” He slipped two fingers into her hot channel, unerringly found her G-spot, and ruthlessly stimulated it until she was clinging to the very edge of sanity. He usually did not set a sub up for failure. But in this instance, Melodie needed to learn a lesson. He was the one in control of this encounter.
* * * *
Melodie was truly starting to get desperate for release as she tried to push her pussy into his hand to gain a harder contact. Finally, she gasped, and despite her efforts to hold back, her body would not be denied any longer. She gave it up and came with a loud cry of release as a major orgasm washed through her body like waves on the shore. When the first spasms ceased and her body had stopped shuddering, she collapsed against him with a satisfied sigh.
“Sub, you came without permission, and you were warned that would earn you a spanking.”
While the aftershocks of the tsunami of sensation that had swamped her were still moving through her body, he quickly turned her over his knee and landed several hard, stinging slaps on her bare bottom. The hot sensation on her butt sent her immediately into another mind-blowing orgasm. “That, little one, was what is referred to as a pain-to-pleasure exchange.”
* * * *
Logan held her close and rubbed her back to soothe her as she settled down from two mind-blowing orgasms within minutes of each other. He brushed her hair back from her face, gently kissed the scar at her temple, and ran his lips down her throat and over her heaving breasts. He grabbed a soft blanket that was folded over the back of the chair and wrapped her up in it as she rested across his lap.
His unrelenting hard-on was clambering for attention, but his duty as the Dom was to see to his sub’s well-being before his own pleasure. After she had settled down, he had every intention of taking her back to his bed in the apartment. He intended that Melodie’s introduction of the lifestyle would be an encounter she would not easily forget.
Logan handed her a bottle of water from the small refrigerator in the corner behind the chair. “Drink this. We’ll just rest here for a while before we resume your training.” She sipped the water slowly as he surreptitiously checked her pulse rate. He could feel her heartbeat return to normal. She was a sleepy armful. Her dead weight in his arms was satisfying, and he enjoyed holding her close to his heart, but his body was letting him know he needed release as well. When she started to come back from subspace, he stood up and carried her to the door where he flipped the light switch and closed and locked the door.
When they were back in his apartment, he carried her up the steps to the sleeping platform and carefully put her down on the bed where he joined her.
Logan let Melodie sleep as he held her against his chest with his hard shaft nestled into her soft bottom. He waited, not quite patiently, to see to his own needs. After Melodie had slept like the dead for an hour, Logan woke her gently with soft kisses up and down her back. She came fully awake with the intrusion from behind of his hard member into her willing pussy. He breached her tight passage, swiftly but not roughly, and began the slow, luxurious strokes that brought her to another crashing completion. His steel-hard shaft pulsed, his rock-solid balls pulled up, and he blasted through the explosive orgasm that had been ready to break free from his aching body for hours. The relief was exquisite and had been well worth the wait.
When they had both settled back down Logan said, “I hope you enjoyed your first BDSM experience. What did you think?” He was dying to know if she had enjoyed the BDSM dynamic and her first spanking. He knew he had.
“It was different, but I think I liked it.” She yawned and snuggled into his arms.
“What about the spanking?”
“Hmm. Well, I never thought I could come from a spanking—and so intensely. I would be open to doing that again.”
“I’m glad because I really like spanking your cute butt. I want you to spend the night with me. What do you say, subbie?”
She sighed and settled back against his broad chest. “Tomorrow is Sunday, and I don’t have to be at the gallery, so I think I’d like that.”
* * * *
The next morning, Logan leaned back against the fat pillows in the antique brass bed he’d found at one of the demolition sites and refinished. It glowed a dull gold, and was etched with an intricate pattern. It was his favorite piece of furniture. He pulled Melodie back into his arms. She sighed and burrowed into his warm chest. He just enjoyed cuddling her for a few minutes and then he said, “Wake up, sleepyhead. How about a shower and then I’ll make breakfast?”
“I don’t know if I can move,” she muttered sleepily.
“No problem.” He swung his legs over the side of the wide bed and stood up. He picked her up in his arms as he headed for the bathroom. Melodie struggled ineffectively in his grasp as he reached in and adjusted the temperature of the stinging multi-jet steam shower. He walked in and drenched them both before he put her down. She sputtered as the waterfall of hot water poured down on her head. “Are you awake yet?” he asked with a devilish grin.
“No,” she mumbled. Clearly, Melodie was not a morning person. Logan chuckled to himself. They’d had a great night, and he was pleased with her initial reaction to the BDSM play.
“I can fix that.” Logan crushed her lips with a rough kiss worthy of an Apache warrior. He pulled her up against his morning erection and plundered her soft lips, while coaxing her relentlessly into opening her mouth and accepting his questing tongue. She sighed and sank into the kiss as the water pounded down on them.
Logan soaped them both down with the spicy body gel that he preferred. He ran his big hands up and down Melodie’s body, paying particular attention to her sweet breasts and pulsing pussy. He patted her butt and boosted her up until she wrapped her legs around his waist. He braced her back up against the shower wall and sank into her hot pussy as he roughly nuzzled her neck. He began to pump into her hot core and in short order had brought them both to a very satisfying morning orgasm.
“That’s a great way to start the day. Ready for breakfast?” He grinned at her still-sleepy scowl.
“I guess so. Are you always so cheerful in the morning? It’s kind of annoying.”
“No, not always. But so far, this has been a really great morning.”
“Not half bad, Logan. Not half bad,” she agreed with a wide yawn.
“Can you spend the day with me? I’d like to work out in the gym, and then we can go out for lunch. How does that sound?’
“That sounds good. I wouldn’t mind spending some time in the gym. I’ve kind of avoided that as well for the last two years.”
“Well, that avoiding shit ends now. Understand?”
She laughed. “Yes, Master.”
* * * *
They were on their way out of the building, heading uptown for lunch when Melodie felt a strange prickling sensation between her shoulder blades. Since the attack, she never ignored feelings like that. She turned around quickly and thought she saw the woman who had been removed from the concert duck back around the corner of the building.
“Logan, did I just see that Karin person scoot around the corner?”
“Shit. Probably. She’s taken to hanging out on the street watching for me or the other floor owners to see if she can sneak into the building behind someone. She only loosely abides by the restraining order, but one hundred feet is really not much distance.”
“That’s kind of scary, Logan. I know I’m particularly sensitive to matters of security, but I would be very uncomfortable knowing someone was following me with the intention of violating my privacy.”
“I wish it was only my privacy she wanted to violate. She’s actually put hands on me more than once. Short of clocking her one, I don’t know what else to do. And truthfully, I’d be reluctant to do that.”
“I can understand that. You could end up being the one with the assault charge. I can see the headlines now—�
�Rock Star Assaults Fan.”
He grinned. “‘Rock Star.’ I like that.” He pulled her into his side. “I think I’ll keep you around.”
“Really, O Great One? I’m honored.” She giggled. She hadn’t done much giggling in the last two years, and it felt great. He felt great.
“And so you should be.” They walked up the street toward the subway and Karin Sanders was forgotten.
* * * *
Just who the fuck is that bitch he’s got his hands on? She had seen her backstage at the concert in the park yesterday. Karin Sanders came out from the alley and watched Logan and the bitch walk up the street. She followed a distance behind, trying to keep other pedestrians between herself and Logan. He was hers. Her Master. She’d paid two thousand dollars for him at the bachelor charity auction at Le Club Eastside last July. He’d taken her under command as his sub, and now he wanted to brush her off, had the nerve to get a restraining order against her. That shit is not going to fly.
Logan Hawk was going to be hers, and the bitch had to go. She’d figure it out. She kept a distance between them and finally followed them down into the subway. She stayed behind a column until a train pulled in and they got aboard. She walked two cars down the platform and got into another car. She could see them both through the glass of the intervening cars. They were hanging from straps in the middle of the crowded subway car, plastered up against each other while he held her steady. His head dipped down, and he kissed her.
Fuck. That just made her furious. Logan’s arms should be around her, his lips should be on hers, not around some other woman who had no claim on him. God, he’s beautiful—free and strong like the soaring hawk he’s named for. She wanted him. She was going to have him.
Chapter Seven
Four months later at Le Club Eastside-Manhattan, Lower East Side of Manhattan, New York, Friday night, November 13, 2015
Logan kept his black GMC Yukon SUV in the garage under the building. He didn’t use the car that often in the city. It was big, but very handy for carting plants and flowers for the roof garden and band equipment, when necessary. He had smacked Melodie’s delicious butt and then helped her up into the front bucket seat and buckled her seat belt. He knew she chafed at those small indicators of dominance from him, but they were his prerogative, and he enjoyed them. She was wearing a short, tight, black spandex dress and killer spike heels without underwear, according to the rule. He grinned. His cock hardened at just the idea of her bare, tight, wet pussy under that dress. Their sexual attraction had certainly not cooled down at all over the last four months.
Melodie had blossomed since they had been together, and he was proud that part of the reason was due to their relationship. He knew she was still self-conscious about the scar on her face, but she was getting better about it. She never covered her face when they were alone, and she had come to view the members of the band like brothers and didn’t hide from them anymore, either. They were all crazy about her, too. That warmed his heart.
He would still sometimes feel her start to reach up to pull her hair forward when they were out in public, and depending on the situation, sometimes he let her do it and sometimes he put his hand up to stop the automatic motion. Occasionally she still needed that shield, but he looked forward to the day when she no longer would. She had another surgery scheduled for the beginning of the year when he and the band would be on their six-city tour. He wished the timing had worked out better, but he suspected that she didn’t want him to be there. Her parents would be flying in from Phoenix, and Pansy would be there, so he really didn’t have to worry. Pansy would keep him informed. They had become good friends, and she appreciated the progress that Melodie had made under his care.
Logan and the guys had been members of Le Club Eastside for well over a year. The club was located in an old factory building on the Lower Eastside of Manhattan, and the entire parking lot was under camera surveillance. Logan put his palm to the plate on the aged brick pillar, and they drove through the high, black iron gates into the heavily secured parking lot. They walked to the back door of the club. The rear entrance to Le Club and the parking lot were unmarked. There was no clue that a very exclusive, secret BDSM club was located inside. The only signs said “No Trespassing” and “Danger/Enter at Your Own Risk.” Again, Logan put his palm to the security plate beside the heavy metal door. They went into the formal reception area. The club was buzzing, as usual. He glanced at the sign-in sheet and saw that Barbara Brown and her sub Ross Blackstone were there, as were Billie and Tyler. He guessed Billie and Tyler were trolling the uncollared subs corner for partners, as neither had full-time subs of their own.
“Let’s go, sub.” He waited for her to fall into position behind his right shoulder. It had taken some work, but Melodie now almost always assumed correct sub protocol when they were in a scene or at the club. It hadn’t come naturally, and she had earned a few spankings, but she was doing well. She had actually admitted to him that she enjoyed the submission and the protocol. They freed her mind and allowed her to just give over control to him. “We’ll get a drink, say hello to Barb and Ross and the guys, and then get a station.” He looked around and spotted Barbara Brown, the Domme, and her sub, Ross, who was actually a hedge fund manager. Apparently, he found the act of submission to Barbara to be a stress reliever as well.
* * * *
What the fuck? Why is he taking the bitch to our place? This was where they met—where they fell in love. She knew he loved her. They’d been together here. They’d fucked here. And then after one dinner, he’d dropped her like a hot potato. It wasn’t right. She just knew that he loved her. She was going to have his children. They were going to have a life together. She just had to get rid of the bitch—the bitch who was always staying over at his place and spending time with the band. They were constantly together, and Karin didn’t like it. She wouldn’t put up with it anymore. Her membership had lapsed, and she couldn’t access the parking lot or door security at the club anymore. But she’d wait for them to come out. She didn’t know what she was going to do, but she was going to do something. She had to. He was hers.
* * * *
Logan joined Barbara Brown at the bar. Both subs looked to their Masters for permission to greet each other. Logan and Barbara both nodded. “So, Logan, what’s shaking?”
“We’re in the Rockefeller Plaza show and getting ready for our six-city tour at the beginning of next year and working on a new album. What’s up with you?”
“I’m thinking of having another charity bachelor auction. But damn, my two biggest moneymakers appear to be off the market. You have a subbie of your own, and my cousin, Jack Brown, is engaged. He’s getting married in Fort Lauderdale at Christmas. Ross and I are going down for the wedding.”
“Don’t say the words ‘bachelor auction’ to me ever again. I’m still dealing with that nut case who had the winning bid on me. I actually had to take a restraining order out against her, as much good as it’s done me.”
“You’re kidding. I had no idea. What was her name again?”
“Karin Sanders. She follows me, has tried to get into my loft, and has sent me some very disturbing letters. It’s really been a problem. And all that after one scene and one dinner. I don’t get it.”
“She’s obviously disturbed. You should be careful, Logan. Look what happened to John Lennon. These stalkers can be dangerous.”
“No kidding. I always look around when I leave the loft. I never know where she’s going to be hiding. So what’s up with Jack? He’s getting married? I hadn’t heard that.”
“The crazy fool is marrying that cop that gave him such a hard time last summer. Kaylin Gallagher. He and Jamie Devereau formed an investment group and bought a hotel on Fort Lauderdale Beach. They refurbished it and turned it into a BDSM facility—sort of in conjunction with Jamie’s Golden Dolphin mega-yacht. It’s called the Black Dahlia Hotel, and the grand opening is Christmas day. Jack’s wedding is Christmas Eve at the hotel. You and your sub
should go down, have a vacation before you leave on tour.”
“You know, that might be a good idea. I wouldn’t mind a week or two in Florida. I’ll see if Melodie can get away from the gallery, with the holiday rush and all.”
“Do that. From the pictures I’ve seen, the place is incredible and has full and very luxurious BDSM facilities as well. Ross and I are really looking forward to the trip.”
“That is sounding better and better. Thanks for the heads-up, Barbara.” He leaned over and kissed Barbara’s cheek before he turned to Melodie, who had been in deep conversation with Ross. He gestured for her to take up her position and then headed toward a St. Andrew’s Cross that had just opened up against the back wall. Melodie fell into position behind him obediently after giving Ross a little finger wave. Logan frowned at her, and she bowed her head while giving Ross a wink. That girl needed to feel the palm of his hand on her butt. She was asking for a correction, and she was going to get one. He grinned. Yeah. A vacation in Florida at a BDSM hotel was sounding very good indeed.
Logan took Melodie’s hand and pulled her behind him toward the St. Andrew’s Cross. “Are you ready for our scene, sub? I think a little time on the cross will help you to adjust your attitude.”
“That sounds like fun, Master.”
“It’s not supposed to be fun, sub.” He frowned at her. “I saw that wink you gave Ross. And don’t grin at me like that. You are supposed to be nervous. You are about to get a punishment. Now straighten up.”
He could see she was far from nervous and afraid of him. He might need to take it up a notch. He didn’t want her terrified of him or of playing with him, but a modicum of respect would be nice.
Who was he kidding? Certainly not himself. He would lay down his life for this woman, but in the dungeon, he would demand respect. He had been taking it easy on her because of everything that had happened. “All right, sub, strip and assume the position.”
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