The Inheritance: Anything He Craves

by Terry Towers

  Surprised by the unexpected apology Logan stopped packing and met her gaze once more. He seriously doubted those two words came from her mouth all that often - if ever.

  "I was angry over last night and I didn't recall until I was moving the car what you'd done for me when I came home."

  Logan shrugged. "Don't worry about it." Zipping up the suitcase he gave it a tug and pulled it onto the floor and then grabbed his second case and tossed it onto the bed where the first one had been. He made a motion to unzip it, but her hand lashed out and grabbed his wrist stopping him.

  "Please don't go."

  Logan sighed and raked a hand through his dishevelled hair. That morning he had wanted to try and start fresh with her. There was a part of him that was demanding he punish her for his father's deeds. That part was at war with the part of him that thought he may actually begin to care the spoiled little princess looking up at him with her eyes pleading if he stuck around for very long. The conflicting emotions were both confusing and disconcerting. He needed to get away.

  "I can't stay Angel. This isn't going to work." Avoiding her gaze he attempted to pull his wrist from her grasp, but she held tight as she crawled over to him, pushing the suitcase out of the way so she was directly in front of him.

  Releasing his wrist she placed her palms flush against his chest as she leaned over and brushed her lips across his collarbone, just above the collar of his t-shirt. A shiver rushed through him and his cock was immediately put on alert. "Stay," she whispered in his ear.

  His resolve began to crumble, despite the conflicting emotions racing through him.

  "Angel I-"

  "Anything Logan." She kissed her way across his jaw and then ghosted her lips across his. "I need somebody right now. I need you."

  His mind flashed back several years to his adoptive mother's death. Being an only child he'd felt so damn alone and thrown himself into work, building his empire, driven by the crazed desire to rid himself of the thoughts and feelings of loneliness. When not working he'd lose himself in random women. Submissive types whose sole purpose to him was to make him forget the emptiness by giving in to his every desire no matter how deviant or perverse.

  Reaching up, he touched the side of her face and her eyes found his. Her ivory skin was soft and flawless to the touch. "You don't know me Angelica. If you did, you'd want nothing to do with me I promise you that."

  "I want to know you and I think you may need me as much as I do you." She slipped her hand to the nape of his neck and gently pulled his lips down to hers.

  Logan hesitated, He knew he should walk away, but fighting the need to feel her body under his was taking every ounce of energy he had in him. It was a losing battle.

  Chapter 5

  Angelica moaned and excitement rushed through her as Logan's lips came crashing down onto hers. His body pressed her back against the mattress as he settled between her legs. As his tongue slipped past her parted lips, his growing erection pressed against her pelvis restricted by the layer of jeans and fleece.

  Memories of the previous night and how marvellous he'd felt as his dick slid in and out of her, filling her to the limits and making her climax - over and over - came to mind. She slipped her hands around his waist and pulled his body down tighter to hers. Her hips bucked up against him - her pussy needing his thick dick filling it.

  Logan's lips left hers and slowly began to trail butterfly kisses across her jaw. Angelica's back arched exposing her neck to him, as she pulled the hem of his t-shirt up so she could run her fingers along the hard contour of muscle underneath. With one hand at the side of her head, holding up his weight, his free hand pulled the camisole up until her moderately sized, perky breasts were bared to him. His fingers began to caress the first nipple and she gasped as a short jolt of electric pleasure shot through her.

  "My God Logan I want you!" She could feel her juices beginning to pool between her legs as she pussy throbbed. Wanting him. Needing him. Her desire for him was maddening. She clawed frantically at the shirt and with his assistance finally pulling it up over his head and tossing it to the floor.

  As she chucked the shirt to the floor, Logan's head dipped down and he captured her first nipple between his teeth, nipping lightly. Angelica cried out as the pleasure and slight pain from the nip rushed through her.

  "Mmmm. I love these nice little tight nipples Angel," he murmured as he kissed his way across her chest and then captured the second nipple between his lips. The nipple hardened almost instantaneously as his tongue swirled around it, flicking the tip.

  The wetness between her legs increased, and she wiggled uncomfortably under him. Logan emitted a low moan and lifted his head, his lust filled eyes locking onto hers, reflecting the hunger and need she was currently feeling. Sitting back on his heels between her legs he pushed the camisole all the way up and tossed it to the floor.

  Angelica sat up and placed a string of kisses down his chest and stomach while undoing his jeans. With the jeans undone, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the jeans and pulled his boxer briefs down exposing his swollen shaft to her, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

  She licked her lips as her eyes feasted on his massive dick. As she lowered her mouth to the tip, her eyes peered back up into his and she held his gaze as her tongue lashed out and flicked the tip. Logan's eyes closed for a moment as he inhaled sharply at the delicious contact. Opening his eyes he threaded his hands into her hair as he urged her mouth down onto him.

  Gently grasping his balls in her hand, she massaged them lightly as her tongue continued its torment of the sensitive head of his dick. She moaned softly as her mouth took in the head and her tongue circled it while flicking at the tip.

  "Damn Angel that's good," Logan groaned his hands fisting her long strands tightly, almost painfully tight. He rocked his hips towards her, begging her to take him in deeper.

  Ending his torment Angelica took him in until the tip of his shaft pressed against the back of her throat. Moving her hand from his balls to the base she enclosed the remainder of his long, thick member in her fist. She began to move up and down on it, her hand and mouth working in perfect sync. Her tongue swirling and teased the head and length as her head bobbed up and down on him.

  "That's it baby. I'm gonna come in that beautiful mouth of yours."

  While swallowing semen was never one of her favourite things to do, with him the proclamation of filling her mouth excited her more than she could have imagined. Maybe it was the tone in his voice - deep, forceful and demanding - Or maybe it was the fact she was so aroused that the evidence of her arousal was slowly beginning to slide down her inner thighs. Whatever the reasoning behind it, she redoubled her efforts, sucking and licking, moaning her own pleasure as she also found herself coming close to her breaking point.

  Her free hand slipped under the waistband of her pants and reached between her legs to help relieve her anguish, but his hand quickly closed around her wrist and forced her hands behind her back. "You'll come when I tell you to."

  His words took her by surprised and caused her to stop what she was doing and peer up into his desire filled eyes. Oh dear God! Her pussy was throbbing and she needed relief - now!

  "Finish me Angel, then I'll make sure you're rewarded."

  Anxious to see what he intended for her 'reward' she put her focus back on his throbbing dick. Pre-cum seeped from the tip which she licked off and then continued stroking and sucking. He was nearing his breaking point, she could feel his balls tighten in her palm and this cock thicken. She moaned and flicked the slit with her tongue and just as she was taking him fully into her mouth once more he groaned, low and feral, thrusting his hips against her mouth and exploding in her mouth a stream of cum. His cock slammed against the back of her throat and she greedily drank down every last drop.

  She was swallowing the final surge of cum when she felt his hands on her shoulders pushing her back down against the mattress. Releasing his depleted, yet semi-erect cock fr
om her mouth she positioned herself on the center of the bed.

  "Take off the jogging pants Angel," he ordered as he stripped off the remainder of his clothing.

  Suddenly, feeling slightly shy she hesitated as her eyes wandered the length of his magnificent, beautifully tone body. Once her eyes finished their survey of his body she slowly pulled her jogging pants down. Angelica could feel a blush gracing her cheeks as his eyes left hers to wander the length of her body, watching her slide the pants further down exposing herself fully to him. She tossed the jogging pants to the floor, onto the growing pile of clothing.

  His eyes lingered at her groin area before slowing moving back up her stomach, and hesitated at her breasts and then to catch her gaze. "Anything I want huh? That was the deal for me to stay correct?"

  The heat in her cheeks intensified as she nodded. She'd never felt so exposed or so excited in her life. Usually when she was naked with a man they were touching, or kissing, or occupied with each other. She'd never had a man examine her naked body so openly before.

  Logan leaned over her and kissed her stomach. "I love that you shave." His lips slowly moved lower until she could feel the warmth of his breath on her wet pussy and it sent a shiver through her. "Bend your knees and spread your legs wide for me."

  Oh God! She did as told, excitement coursing through her.

  Spreading her pussy lips Logan's tongue flicked across her clit and she cried out as the pleasure rushed through her. Her hands instinctively went to his head, urging him lower, but he brushed her hands away and turned his eyes to meet hers. "Hands above your head."

  What? "But I..."

  "If you don't I’ll tie them to the headboard."

  "Is that a promise or a threat Mr. Sinclair?" she teased giving him a wicked smile while crossing her arms behind her head, attempting to appear more casual than she was feeling.

  A smile threatened to touch his lips, but she could tell he was fighting it. "Well, let's just find out." While his tone was firm, amusement danced in his green eyes as he stood, went to the suitcase he'd just packed and rummaged through it with his back to her.

  Another bout of desire rocked through her and her pussy clenched in anticipation as she watched him. Damn, she wanted him so desperately she had to bite her lower lip to keep from begging him to fuck her. His cock was hard once again, thick and standing at attention. She doubted she could ever get bored of seeing him this way.

  She heard a clink as he stood and when he turned he had a pair of steel handcuff in his hand. Her heart rate accelerated as he walked back over to the bed dangling the cuffs from his fingertips. "You always travel with handcuffs Logan?" While her tone was teasing, she was finding herself becoming curious about him. Butt plugs and handcuffs? What exactly had he had planned for her for the month?

  "Hands straight up and over your head."

  Angelica raised her hands high over her head and for a moment found herself impressed at how perky her breasts appeared in that position, her tight pink nipples standing tall and pointed skyward. Surprisingly enough she didn't find herself feeling the least bit nervous as he proceeded to lean over her and secure her wrists, tethering them to the rung of the headboard above her head.

  Once they were secure he sat back up and watched as she struggled with the restraints. There was no way she was going to be able to become free until he decided she could. Having her hands restrained reminded her of how much she wanted to touch him - she both loved and hated the feeling. She let out a slow unsteady breath and the throbbing between her legs once again became her primary focus as his lips began to work his way back down her body with a series of soft kisses and nips.

  "Logan...." she groaned. He was moving too slowly. She needed him between her legs, his tongue working her clit and thrusting into her pussy until she came - and she needed it now!

  Logan ignored her plea, in fact she could have sworn she'd heard a soft chuckle as he moved slower still. She bucked her hips as his mouth reached the apex between her legs. "Behave or I'll restrain you fully."

  Oh God, oh God, oh God! Was he serious? Would he? She'd never been into bondage, or anything of a kinky or deviant nature, but she was certainly aware of some of the practices. The internet was plentiful when it came to those sorts of things. Just how serious was he? She wanted to find out everything about his sexual preferences, but her wonderings came to an abrupt halt as he repositioned himself between her legs, spreading her pussy lips and swiping his tongue the length of her slit, slowly lapping up her abundance of juices that had been seeping from her.

  "Logan! My God please!" She cried out as she struggled with a new found vigour at her restraints. Her body became engulfed in her desire. Logan ran his tongue along the length of her a second time from her anus to her clit, but this time his tongue remained at her clit, flicking and teasing the swollen nub as he thrust two fingers deep into her core. She cried out a second time as he began to stroke her inner wall and she came quickly to her breaking point.

  "Don't come."

  Oh-my-God! Don't come! Is he insane! She squirmed and moaned her body painfully tense from her anticipation. "I have to."

  He didn't have a chance to reply. Just as she spoke the words her mind went blank and she was consumed with the intense pleasure ripping through her. She shuttered as she came over and over in a series of orgasms until she found herself spent and light-headed from the experience.

  She didn't even have a chance to open her eyes before Logan had pulled himself away from her, grabbed her hips and flipped her over. The cuffs tightened on her wrists almost to the point of hurting - almost. He then lifted her so she was on her knees, her chest flush against the bed and she ass skyward.

  "I was going to take you slowly, but being that you didn't listen and you let go I'm taking you how I want you."

  While her initial response was an enthusiastic YES! But she remained quiet. Not sure how the 'game' was supposed to be played, she wasn't sure if she was supposed to be happy over the thought of a hard and fast fucking or not, but considering how long he'd made her wait to feel him inside of her, she welcomed it.

  Logan spread her legs and she felt him pushing up behind her. She moaned softly, pressing back as far as her restraints would allow.

  "Not yet," Logan chastised caressing her bare ass cheek with one hand while he ran the head of his rock solid shaft back and forth between her soft, drenched folds. "Do you want it?"

  "Oh God Logan yes!" Her hands turned into tight fists as he stopped his teasing and pressed the head of his cock at her entrance, but not entering - yet. "Please," she begged, hating the desperation in her voice, but not being able to help it. How could he have such restraint?

  After what felt like an eternity of waiting, without warning Logan drove his cock deep into her, his balls slapping against her pussy with a loud smack. She screamed and arched her back, trying to get him deeper as he stretched her to her limits. Good, so good. "My God Logan more!"

  She thought she heard a soft chuckle coming from behind her, but didn't have time to ponder it as he began to thrust fast and hard into her. His thrusts came at a frantic pace, his groin slamming against her ass and pressing her tighter into the mattress with each thrust.

  "So fucking tight. So good." Logan's hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging in painfully, but she didn't care. It was good, so good. The feel of his cock, the head rubbing against just the right spot to make her moan with each inward thrust, the slap of his balls against her pussy and the soft grunts of pleasure coming from him were all sending her to the summit at an alarming pace. Faster and harder Logan thrust until she felt his cock harden and throb within her.

  "Oh God Logan. Give it to me. I need to feel you." Just as the words left her mouth he slammed into her a final time and with a loud groan of pleasure he began to fill her with his warm cum. The feel of his cum rushing into her, filling her was enough to send her spiralling over the edge. She cried out his name and fisted the sheet under her as the muscles
in her pussy clenched, her body trembled and then she released.

  Logan remained securely within her for a few minutes as he gently caressed her bottom and lower back. His fingers worked expertly over her skin and she sighed with relief and satisfaction. Their mixture of fluids seeped past his dick and slowly slid down her inner thighs to the sheets below her.

  "Damn, amazing Angel." Logan slowly withdrew and Angel whimpered softly, already missing the feel of him filling her. Angelica turned her head and watched as he slipped from the bed, made his way back over to the suitcase and produced what she presumed to be the key to the cuffs. Walking back across the room he quickly undid the cuffs and tossed them and the key onto the nightstand before stretching out on his side beside her, bracing his head up with his hand.

  "Does this mean your staying," Angelica teased as she rolled onto her side facing him, mimicking his position. She expected an immediate 'yes' or a joke of some sort, but when his expression grew serious she felt her stomach knot up and her mood turned sombre.

  "You are staying, right?"

  "I'm not sure if that's such a good idea Angel."

  "But I - We..."

  "I didn't come here to help you. I came here to get even with Richard by hurting you. By punishing you for his mistakes."

  Angelica frowned. "Yes, but... not anymore... right?"

  He sighed and she could see the conflicting emotions in his eyes. "I'm not sure. I've lived with this hate and resentment for so long Angel..."

  As they lay looking into each others eyes Angelica's mind raced through the past twenty-four hours since he'd arrived at the manor. She considered his arrogance and heartless acts, but there was also softness to him. She'd vomited on him and yet he'd cleaned her up and held her as she fell to sleep. Those weren't actions of a man full of hate. No, she wasn't going to allow him to leave. It was no longer about the money. Aside from Uncle Clayton he was the only one she had and she'd be damned if she would let him go without a fight.

  "We had a deal Logan."