When she squeezed her internal muscles around his shaft, he began to match the thrusts of his penis with the thrusts of his tongue. Again, taking it slow, teasing and tempting her with some, but not all. “Logan, please,” she begged after she had broken the kiss.
Ignoring her, he took her mouth again, feeding her his tongue, allowing her to suck it in, but only for a moment. She squirmed against him, grinding herself onto his dick, trying to keep it inside her. But he continued to tease her, one moment plunging in deeply to the hilt and the next pulling out until she only cradled the tip within her body.
Chloe became a mass of emotions, at turns pleading with him to take her harder and faster and then demanding that he “man up” and do what the hell he was supposed to do. He ignored her, and eyes closed, arms holding her up beneath her thighs, he continued to push slowly into her. Push in…pull out…push in…pull out, the wet sounds her flesh made as it tried to hold onto him driving Chloe mad.
Beyond desperate, she grabbed at his butt and tried to control the speed that way. When that didn’t work, she tried everything from nibbling on his neck to sucking his earlobes to nuzzling his chin. But nothing swayed him. He controlled both her body and his need.
“Please, Logan.” Chloe was crying now, she was so strung out. He had begun to play with her nipples, alternately biting and sucking first one and then the other.
Logan switched his mouth from her breast to her mouth, driving his tongue inside over and over again. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging as he began to plunge his penis furiously inside her.
Chloe tried to catch her breath as she gleefully rode him hard, matching him thrust for thrust, her mound clenching and unclenching in ecstasy as he rammed her against the wall. She came hard, quickly and in one long rush. She held onto him while his orgasm slashed through him, loving the rare feel of his hot sperm spurting inside of her.
The bed beside him dipped and swayed some more and Logan looked over at Chloe. She’d been moving restlessly about almost from the moment she’d fallen asleep thirty minutes before. Wondering what could be on her mind, he rubbed her back until she settled again. He went back to his laptop, studying the architect’s designs for the project in Cleveland.
“Please, Logan.”
Logan heard Chloe whisper. Her voice was beseeching and seductive at the same time. He looked over at her again. She was still asleep, but more than a little intrigued now, he continued to stare at her.
“Yes, Logan. I’ll behave. I promise. I’ll be good. Just tie it a little tighter, please.”
Logan’s brow shot up in shock and curiosity…and he leaned in closer in case she had more to say.
“Logan, please. That isn’t tight enough.”
“Hot damn,” he whispered in wonder with an eager, hopeful smile. “Logan, you are one lucky bastard!” He looked up through the skylight of their ceiling and saw heaven…literally. “Thank you, God,” he said fervently.
Still asleep, she sounded so turned on that she was making him hot. A wicked thought crossed his mind and after putting his laptop on the nightstand he leaned even closer to her. “Just how tight do you want it, baby?” he growled in her ear.
Still asleep, Chloe moved sensuously against the sheets and smiled sexily, but didn’t say anything.
Unable to resist, Logan pressed his mouth to hers, at the same time that he slipped his hand between her thighs. Lucky for him she was just full of surprises, he thought as he began to gently fondle her clitoris. His last thought as she opened her eyes, dug her nails into his arm, and began to moan was that it was a man’s job to make his wife happy and give her what she wanted. And if she wanted BDSM, then he’d just have to be man enough to give it to her.
6
“I’m so glad that tomorrow is Saturday,” Chloe said later to Logan in their kitchen. After their last round of lovemaking, they’d realized that they were hungry and had decided to find something to eat. Dressed in a short robe, she stood at the counter. She lifted one of several Ritz crackers from a plate and spread butter on it. She looked up in time to see Logan frown in distaste and deliberately shoved the whole thing in her mouth. “Mmm, yummy,” she stated. “You should try them sometime.”
“No thanks, I prefer to die of natural causes rather than high cholesterol,” Logan said from the stove as he flipped over a couple of pancakes on the griddle. He wore his boxers and nothing else. “Don’t load up on those crackers. I’ve made a boatload of pancakes here.”
“Trust me, I’ll have enough room,” she said and she bit into another cracker, this one without butter. “So, anyway, what do you want to do tomorrow?” Her eyes traveled to look out the window. It was still dark, but the sky would be turning light soon. “Actually, I guess I should be asking what you want to do today. I have the whole day free. What about you?”
Logan thought about his answer as he put the last pancake onto the platter and turned the burner off. The dream he’d overheard her having earlier was still on his mind. Perhaps it was the day to make it come true, he thought when a couple of ideas flashed in his head. Oh yeah, he could at least make part of it come true. He answered her with a big smile. “I’ve got to go into the office for a couple of hours first thing in the morning, but I’m all yours for the rest of the day. What did you have in mind?”
“Nothing, really.” Chloe grabbed the syrup, butter, napkins, and silverware and walked down the couple of steps that led to the small breakfast nook in the corner. “I would love to just do nothing. No shopping for furniture, no looking at color swatches, no paint shopping, no work, no anything,” she finished as she set the condiments down on the little round beechwood table and arranged the silverware on the napkins.
She took the plates he carried in one hand and set those down as well. “Water, juice, or milk?” she asked as she walked toward the refrigerator.
“I’ll have juice, thanks,” Logan called and put the platter of pancakes in the middle of the table. “Apple if we have it.”
Chloe came back to the table carrying two bottled waters under her arm and a glass of apple juice in each hand. “I brought both water and juice,” she said unnecessarily and handed off the glasses of apple juice. Setting a bottle of water at each place setting, she smiled. “There, now let’s eat. Thank you, honey,” she said when he pulled out her chair. She waited for him to seat himself before serving herself two pancakes.
The next few minutes were filled with the clinking of silverware against china as they tacitly decided to forego conversation to take the edge off their hunger.
“These are great, Logan,” Chloe said appreciatively after she swallowed a mouthful. “Gosh, I’m starved! I really worked up an appetite,” she finished with a saucy wink and rubbed her toes against his bare leg.
“Thank you. My dad and I used to make these pancakes for my mother on Sundays,” Logan said and put three more pancakes on his plate. “And you helped to work my appetite up, too. You blew me away, especially with that freshly shaved yoo-hoo of yours.”
Chloe smiled at his euphemism. “It’s not a chocolate kiddy drink, Logan. But I’m glad you like it this way. I’d always wanted to try a Brazilian wax, so I’d thought I’d treat you and myself.”
“Well, all I can say is bless you, my lovely wife. Bless you and the Brazilian who came up with the concept.”
“Before you start genuflecting,” Chloe said in a dry tone, “I didn’t just do it for you; I like it too.”
“Whatever your reasons, I thank you. Just as I thank you for the wonderful, mind-blowing experience when I first got in. You’ve done well, Grasshopper.”
She laughed. She’d only ever been in two serious relationships before meeting Logan and despite her love of sex, she’d rarely performed it orally. But after she met Logan, she wanted to do it all the time. She’d actually begun to crave it. So he’d told her, in great detail, what he liked. “I always was a fast learner. Besides, I was inspired.”
“I can appreciate that, and speaking of i
nspiration, let’s talk about what inspired that show last night.”
Chloe looked over at him with a confused frown. “What show? What do you mean?”
“I mean that elaborate seduction plan you set up. As much as I loved it…” he paused and his eyes took on a faraway look before he brought himself back. “I mean, really loved it, I also know that something must have happened yesterday to make you plan it. Something happened that you want to forget and you planned last night to take your mind off it.”
Chloe avoided his gaze. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Don’t you? Okay, I’ll give you an example. When we were on our honeymoon and our luggage was lost for a couple of hours, the first thing you did when we got to the hotel was to jump me. We were barely inside the room before you were stripping my clothes off me. There was also the time your secretary at your old job accidentally sent an annual report to the wrong address. You were on me so hot and heavy when I picked you up from work that night that I actually had to pull over to the side of the road.”
Chloe was quiet as she squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. Damn. He did know her well. “Not that you minded,” she tried to say wryly.
“Oh, hell no, I didn’t mind. But sweetheart, you can also talk to me about things that are bothering you. I’m always ready to listen when you want to talk. I enjoy the avoidance sex, as I’ve come to think of it, but I don’t want to be used for my body. I’ve got a brain, too,” he said.
Chloe thought about Mary’s phone messages and wanted to tell him, but she just wasn’t ready. She did what anyone who feels cornered would do. She went on the defensive. “And I didn’t know you were taking notes,” she said.
“I didn’t have to take notes to notice a pattern,” he stated calmly and waited for her to answer. When she didn’t and continued to look away from him, he reached across the table and lifted her chin so she’d have to look at him. “Now, tell me, Chlo. Did something happen yesterday?”
Chloe stared at him, wanting to tell, but unable to make the words leave her mouth. She sighed. “Yeah, something did happen, but I can’t tell you. Not yet. I’m just not ready to talk about it. I’m sorry.”
Logan released her chin and didn’t bother to hide his frustration. “Does this have anything to do with the secret you’ve been keeping from me?” When her eyes widened in surprise, he scowled. “Yes, I know you’re keeping a secret from me. I’ve known for a long time. Even if you hadn’t been dropping hints, I would know. I didn’t ask you about it, because I didn’t want to pressure you. I figured it’s something that happened before we met.”
There’s your perfect opening. Tell him, Chloe, she thought to herself. But when she opened her mouth, the words just refused to come. “Yes, it did happen before we met and I want to tell you. It’s just so hard to do it.”
“Why is it hard? You’re supposed to trust me.”
“I do,” Chloe hurried to assure him. “It’s just that…well, I don’t want to see your reaction. It’s just one more thing that if people knew it about me, they’d be shocked by it. It shouldn’t be a big deal, but to certain people it will be.”
Shocking? Now Logan was even more curious. “You think it will be a big deal to me?”
“I don’t think so, but it might.”
“Why don’t you let me be the one to decide that?”
Chloe shrugged. “I’m not really ready to talk about it yet.”
Logan tried to figure out what it could possibly be, which was almost impossible since he had no idea where to begin.
“Is it really that bad?” he asked. When it was clear that she wasn’t going to answer, he sighed and said, “This is the first and only time I’m going to ask you about it. You’ll have to come to me. I won’t ask again.”
Relieved, Chloe nodded quickly. She stood and walked over to sit in his lap. “I will,” she whispered and kissed his neck, grateful when he wrapped his arms around her. “I promise.”
Caught in that hazy place between sleep and wakefulness, Chloe stretched, yawned, and opened her eyes. She turned to look at the clock on the nightstand. It was a few minutes before eleven. She smiled and bounced out of bed, thinking that her husband should be home in at least a couple of hours. She grabbed the remote control and turned on the television that was positioned on the wall about five feet away from the foot of the bed, flipping through the channels until she found one of her favorites—one of the cartoon channels. She still loved Saturday morning cartoons, and thought that some of the ones made today were so sophisticated and witty that they just had to have been written with both children and adults in mind.
“Oh, good,” she said absently, as she picked up her robe from the foot of the bed and put it on. “Jimmy Neutron is on.”
She walked into the bathroom to take care of her usual morning ritual and contemplated taking a bubble bath in the sunken tub. “Maybe after Jimmy Neutron,” she murmured. She emptied her bladder, washed her hands, and grabbed a toothbrush and toothpaste. It wasn’t until she was looking in the mirror that she noticed a note taped to it. She read it out loud: Good morning, sweetheart. I have a surprise for you. After you’re finished in the bathroom, I want you to press play on the DVR and watch the recording that I made for you.
“Oh, a surprise. He’s so sweet,” she whispered with a sappy grin. She hurried through her morning hygiene and rushed back into the bedroom.
Sitting on the bed, she picked up the remote and did the necessary things to get her to the recording. She blinked in surprise when the actual image to come on screen was of Logan himself. He sat in one of the end chairs from their nineteenth-century dining room set, looking stern and imperious. Intrigued, she leaned close to hear what he was saying.
“Chloe, did you know that you talk in your sleep? I listened closely last night and it seems my little wife has a deep, dark fantasy. We’re about to live out your fantasy, darling.” Chloe’s heart rate accelerated upon hearing this as she wondered which one.
“That’s my man,” she whispered because her voice was too dry from excitement for her to speak any louder. She realized she’d missed some of what he was saying and pressed rewind.
“Listen carefully.” (his voice became more forceful and domineering, and her fingers clenched the duvet cover). “Follow my directions to the letter. On top of your dresser, you will find a bag. I want you to get that bag—not yet,” he commanded and Chloe anxiously sat back down on the bed, her toes curling into the carpet with nervous, energy. “In that bag you will find a special toy and a DVD. Do not open it until you’re sitting back on the bed. Get the bag now, Chloe, and come back.”
Chloe’s lips twisted in disbelief and her brow lifted. “Okay, I can see I’m gonna have to rein you in some. This little bit of false power has already gone to your head,” she murmured, but she did as ordered because she was still turned on. She grabbed the bag and hurried back—just in time to hear him start talking again.
“You may open the bag and pour everything in it onto the bed.”
She did. Her mouth dropped open and it was quite some time before she gathered her wits enough to close it and then press the pause button so she could examine what she found. It was a vibrator, but it was unlike any vibrator she’d ever seen before. The first thing she noticed about it was that it had little nodules all over it, so that wherever it touched her, she would be stimulated. She picked it up and almost dropped it in surprise. It was soft and bendable. “Oh, my,” she breathed, starting to pant from the lusty thoughts running through her mind.
After repeatedly bending it and watching it bounce back into shape, she continued to study it some more, her heart pounding so loudly in her ears she imagined it filled the whole room. The vibrator was at least seven or eight inches long, purple and battery operated. Noticing that, she looked back to the other stuff that had fallen on the bed. Yes, there was a pack of batteries. She breathed a sigh of relief. “Put down the vibrator, Chloe,” she told herself, thinking that maybe saying the
words aloud would help slow her down.
She put it down and studied the other things. There was a lubricant and a DVD. She picked up the DVD, but there was no label. Picking up the remote control again, she pushed play. She rolled her eyes when the first words to come out of Logan’s mouth were: “Put down the vibrator, Chloe.” She stuck her tongue out at him.
“Are you excited, Chloe? Does having that vibrator in your hot little hands make your clit hard? What about your nipples? Have they turned into those hard little pebbles that I like to suck into my mouth and roll against my tongue? Are you wet, Chloe? Do you want to come? Do you want to ride that vibrator, sliding it in and out of your body until you come so hard that you can’t see straight?”
Transfixed, Chloe was nodding her head yes to all of his questions.
“I know you are, but you can’t touch yourself. Do you understand, Chloe? You are not allowed to touch yourself. This is what you’re going to do: You’re going to take your robe off and lay naked on the bed with the covers over you. You’re to stay like this all day until I get home. You’re going to put the batteries in the vibrator and put the vibrator in that beautiful, greedy, slick opening of that lovely pussy of yours. Do not put the setting on anything higher than low vibration.
“Take the DVD I’ve given you and put it in the player. You will watch the DVD until I get home. If it ends before I get home, then start it over. You keep watching it until I get home. No deviations. Remember: do not touch yourself to relieve your horniness. Your body is mine and only I will give it pleasure.
Again, Chloe’s brow lifted in disbelief and stayed that way throughout his next few sentences.
“And you will not have an orgasm until I give you one. Do not come, Chloe. If you do, you’ll be in trouble when I get home.
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