‘Suck me, baby, please,’ I groaned, as we broke apart breathing heavily. She scrambled eagerly down the bed as I released my hand and she flicked out her tongue to sweep over my sticky head. ‘Shit,’ I muttered.
‘No good?’
‘Too good. Again,’ I ordered. She repeated, lapping enthusiastically, which should have cleaned me up, but only made me wetter as I seeped with excitement. She slowly widened her mouth and enveloped me, making me shudder with anticipation. Some women couldn’t make me come at all giving head. One suck from Summer practically had me filling her throat with my heat. I gently placed my hands on the back of her head and guided her up and down. Her suction technique was incredible, she just needed to learn how to deep throat. That would come in time, what wouldn’t was me, I was ready to explode. I reminded myself I wasn’t with a client, having to prolong everything for their pleasure, if I wanted to come fast I could. ‘Baby, swallow me again,’ I demanded, as my hips pumped up on her downward strokes.
She placed a hand on my stomach, the other clenched the base of my cock, squeezing as her lips and tongue worked on me. I let out a growl of pleasure as I erupted and felt her swallowing fast. Damn it, that was so hot. I grunted a few times as she finished me off, milking every last drop from me, before she came up for air and looked at me with questioning eyes. I nodded with a wink and a grin, then dragged her down next to me, rolling on top of her as I pinned her hands to the pillow and chastely kissed her.
‘I did ok?’
‘You did great,’ I confirmed and kissed her again. ‘Really great, I’ve never come as fast as I do with you. But when I’m inside you again, I’ll make it last, I promise.’
‘When will that be?’
‘Someone’s eager,’ I chuckled.
‘I’ve missed out, I want to catch up,’ she smiled with another adorable pink flush to her cheeks.
‘We’ll catch up as soon as I’ve returned the favour, I loved eating you out last time and can’t wait to do that again. Would you like that?’
‘O yes,’ she replied breathlessly. ‘It was incredible.’
‘Then lie back and think of me, as I make it even better this time,’ I replied, as I kissed her again. God I could spend all day in bed with her, I hoped she didn’t have plans. I moved down her body, kissing every inch of it as I did. Some kisses made her sigh with pleasure, some giggle her head off and writhe below me, making me chuckle. I committed those to memory, to torture her with when I needed to get my own way. I felt a surge of need for her as the scent of her arousal hit my nostrils. Damn that was super-hot. I’d only just come but my cock twitched in response. I wasted no time in stripping off her knickers and lavishing attention on her big sensitive clit, licking, sucking, nibbling with blasts of heat from my breath in between, always pulling back when I suspected she was on the verge of coming. Her hands were clawing at the sheet below her, her knees had bent and her toes were curled as her head flexed from side to side while moans escaped her lips.
‘O … Logan, that’s so … Oooo.’
I squeezed two fingers inside her, gently thrusting as I continued to bring her to boiling point, then removed everything until she cooled down again. She started sobbing, tears streaming down her face as her body trembled. She was close to breaking, she wasn’t going to be able to take much more, not if I wanted to fuck her straight away, which of course I did, my cock was at full mast already. It was like a rechargeable battery and she was the docking station, with an express charge function. I’d never sprung back so fast, not even in my teens. Neither had I ever tasted anything so good, in fact the thought of laying her on a fully dressed top table, serving her up as my main course was a very appealing thought. I could tie her to the table with her legs spread wide, blindfold her, cover her in honey and sweet morsels then lick and eat them all off her. I continued to finger fuck her, as I sucked more forcefully on her clit and this time when her body raised up off the mattress and she spoke in some weird language, with fragments of my name caught up in there, I finally let her climax. She flooded my fingers with her come as she reached a noisy peak, the sound was like pure poetry to my ears. I lapped at her slowly until she calmed down, then sucked my fingers clean and quickly reached over to my bedside table to grab a condom and covered myself in a flash.
‘I need you,’ I growled, hoping she wasn’t too tired to deny me.
‘Me too. You that is, not me, I need … you,’ she nodded in a daze. Her matted dark hair was fanned out against my crisp white pillowcase, her porcelain face setting off her stunning blue eyes, rich ruby lips and rosy cheeks. She looked just like an angel, my angel. No one was ever going to put their hands on her again. I wasted no time in ploughing into her, shuddering with pleasure to feel her tight pussy surrounding me again. I could die inside her and be happy, preferably after many, many, more times, but the sentiment was real. ‘O, Logan,’ she cried, as she reached up to grip my shoulders.
‘I’d like to take you harder,’ I uttered, as I looked down at her.
‘Base camp one?’ she asked, reminding me of our first time, when I told her that sexually we hadn’t made it anywhere near the peak of Everest.
‘Two,’ I nodded, as I pushed further into her, making her eyes widen along with her thighs to accommodate my girth.
‘Will it hurt?’
‘Pleasurable pain, not as bad as last time, but you’ll come for me a number of times and definitely feel wiped out when I’m done.’
‘Then do it, one day I want to reach the peak with you,’ she smiled.
‘We’ll do everything together, Summer,’ I replied sincerely. ‘I’ll be the one to make you experience everything first.’
‘Please,’ she sighed. I started to move and she gripped onto me harder. I was careful to be restrained still, she wasn’t ready to take the full Logan Steele power fuck, I’d break her. She needed to build up to that, to get used to having my large cock inside her, stretching her to the point that there was no longer any pain, only pleasure on a scale she’d never known and never would with anyone else.
‘My angel,’ I whispered in her ear, as I hovered over her body and powered into her, shunting her up the bed. It wasn’t long before she came, biting my neck as her nails broke the surface of my skin. My sweet angel had a wild feral side, I couldn’t wait to coax that out of her in time. My recent climax in her mouth gave me some strength to hold back my release, I wanted her to feel how good we were together, how much I needed her. She kept crying out my name, which only made me want to spend more time with her, to open up to her and share the real me, for her to call out that name as I brought her to a series of climaxes. She came again, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at me with some kind of awe. I kissed her as I thrust in and out, her excitement lubricating me by the second. I longed to be inside her without this damn rubber, to feel myself come in her, to taste myself in her as I licked her to another climax when we were done.
‘Logan, I … I can’t … please,’ she mewled. I reminded myself that her lack of experience equalled a lack of stamina, that was something we were going to have to work on.
‘Come one more time for me, then you can rest,’ I confirmed, as I clenched my buttocks in an effort to stall myself. I grabbed her hands again, lifting them above the pillow. Her fingers tightened around mine as we tried to kiss between grunts and moans of pleasure. It was minutes before I felt her body rising to meet mine as her eyes glazed over. She was there, I timed my release perfectly with hers, her screams almost shattering my eardrums. I roared in response, before collapsing on her damp shaking body, feeling totally gratified.
I woke up to find we were on our sides, my arms wrapped tightly around her, and sighed contentedly.
‘Summer Beresford, do you have any idea how far inside me you’ve crawled?’ I whispered, as I kissed the top of her head. I’d brought a woman to my house, something I’d never done. Even with Lucy I’d always stayed at hers. I valued my privacy, but Summer challenged every preconcept
ion of what I wanted. I reluctantly slid out of bed, carefully wrapping the duvet around her as she moaned in a daze. I pulled on some boxers and headed out to the kitchen. I was bloody starving. She gave me an appetite in more than one way. I put together a tray, wishing I had some flowers I could put in a glass for her. I really hadn’t expected to come back here with her last night. I made two bowls of fruit salad, then plates of scrambled egg and bacon on toast, orange juice, a black coffee for me and made her a latte from my machine with a large spoon of sugar. I headed back into my bedroom to find she was hugging my pillow, her face buried in it. I wondered if my scent made her feel the way I did over hers? ‘Morning,’ I called.
‘Morning,’ she replied, as her eyes fluttered open. Even with smudged eye makeup I still found her more beautiful than anyone I’d ever seen.
‘Breakfast, then shower, then we talk.’
‘I thought you’d forgotten,’ she replied as she sat up and stretched, the duvet falling from her breasts and my eyes automatically dropped to them as my cock stiffened. She giggled and pulled the duvet up to her chin. ‘You’re insatiable.’
‘When it comes to you it seems,’ I grinned as I sat next to her and put the tray on her lap. I scooted my items off it and kissed her forehead. ‘Eat up, you must be starving.’
‘Does sex always make people this hungry? She enquired as she tucked in.
‘Great sex does,’ I nodded.
‘Was it? For you I mean?’
‘You don’t need to ask me that, Summer. I pursued you, brought you to my home. I’ve never done that. I really care about you and sex with you is amazing already, imagine how it will be once we’ve got to know each other, with all the practice we’ll be putting in. Eat please, I’d like to introduce you to shower sex before we go and sit down and hash this out.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ she grinned. I closed my eyes and blew out a deep breath. She had no idea what that term did to me. I wondered if she’d ever even heard of BDSM, how she’d feel about me bringing it up? I didn’t think she was ready, if she’d ever be. She was so pure and innocent it would probably scare her to death, but if I was seriously thinking about a relationship with her, it was something I’d need at some stage. To have her as my submissive would complete everything. I looked across at her, pleased to see she had a good appetite, for all things. My chest suddenly constricted, my stomach fluttered and I swallowed hard, as the realisation that I really wasn’t just falling for her hit me. I was falling in love with her. God damn it. Falling in love definitely wasn’t in Logan Steele’s life plan.
Summer
He left me to sort myself out in his stunning en-suite. My legs were still trembling from an amazing session against the slate tiled wall, where he’d taken me from behind, clutching my breasts as he kissed and bit my neck. Sex was just incredible. I’d really missed out sexually, but then again, I doubted I’d lack for anything if I was with Logan. I found a hairdryer and did my hair roughly, knotting it into a ponytail, then used some baby wipes he’d left out for me, to remove the remains of my makeup. I headed back to his bedroom to find he’d put out one of his black shirts and a pair of new boxers for me. Of course, my morning after suitcase was back at my hotel, along with my phone and everything else. I quickly dressed, tugging off the tags on the designer boxers with my teeth, and walked over to the window. He’d opened the shutters and I was looking out over a canal, to warehouse style buildings on the other side. I took a deep breath, we really needed to talk. I needed to know what his expectations were, because I had some of my own and him sleeping with other women for money didn’t feature, not if he was thinking of us becoming a couple. I had a feeling that might not go down well, which scared me.
I opened his bedroom door, to find myself in a small lobby, with a stunning potted orchid on a console table and was faced with a choice of a door to my left and a door opposite. I had no idea where they led, so I opened the one opposite and froze as I looked at the contents. On immediate glance it was just a combined bedroom and office, with a glass desk, leather chair and retro locker room storage cabinets painted in silver. Like his bedroom it was all brick, with a curved white painted ceiling and shutters on the windows at the far end. But what set it apart from his bedroom, or a normal office, what made my heart beat way too fast and my stomach twist in nervous knots, was a metal four poster bed. Normally I’d consider a four poster bed to be romantic, it wouldn’t have scared me, but one with hooks at varying levels up the struts did, ones with a cross frame above it with more dangling hooks did, without even mentioning the weird looking enormous wooden “X” against the wall. I walked over to look at it, it had deep sunken chrome grooves in it, with what looked like moveable hooks set into the channels. What the hell had I just walked in on? Was this some kind of torture chamber? I heard a noise behind me and spun around to see Logan standing in the door frame, he looked upset and pale. In fact I’d guess it was a mirror image of my face right now.
‘Shit, Summer. What are you doing in here?’ he demanded, as he strode over and grabbed my elbow. I yanked it out of his grasp and backed away.
‘Trying to find my way out to your lounge. What is this?’ I demanded, as I wrapped my arms around myself.
‘Something you don’t need to worry about yet.’
‘Yet? You like to hurt women? Is that what gets you off?’
‘No, you don’t understand,’ he groaned as he rubbed his hands over his face. ‘Come and sit in the lounge, we need to talk.’
‘I’m not sure if I want to talk now, you said you wouldn’t hurt me, Logan.’
‘And I meant it, I won’t, not without your consent.’
‘My consent? O my God. Are you for real?’ What the hell was he into?
‘Summer, this wasn’t going to come up until way down the line, when we’d seen if we could make this work. It’s not something I want to discuss before we’ve even been on a proper date.’
‘You seriously want to go on a date?’ I looked at him wondering what he was on. He had these weird things in his spare room, God only knows what was in that huge deep chest at the foot of the torture bed, he’d just admitted he wanted to hurt me and now he wanted to talk about going on a date?
‘Yes a date. I want to go out with you, ok? I want us to get to know each other, like a normal couple would. If it was going well, then I was going to tell you about this, about the sexual side of me that craves control, that wants to restrain and discipline you while I bring you pleasure on the scales of which you’ve not even begun to experience. Pleasure and pain walk a fine tightrope, like when you bit me earlier, when I was biting your nipple? You loved it, this is just taking that pleasure a step further. It’s not about me getting off on hurting you, Summer. I abhor guys who are abusive, this is about controlled sexual stimulus, with handcuffs, restraints and other things. You know, I don’t want to discuss this with a virtual virgin, or your brain might explode and I’ll scare you off for good,’ he ranted, as he put his hands on his hips.
‘I’m not a virgin anymore,’ I bit back.
‘You’re still young and naïve, which I adore about you, but that means you’re not ready for this, which is why I wasn’t going to bring it up. God damn it, stop looking at me like I’m some kind of bloody pervert, you look terrified of me. You have no idea how many men crave what I do, for a woman to give up all control and be dominated by her man.’
‘So we date, we get on, then what if this is still something that I don’t want to do?’ I asked as I waved my hand at the scary pieces of furniture I’d just discovered. What we did in bed I could handle, this was a whole other matter.
‘Do we have to talk about this now? This could be a long time off, I wouldn’t even suggest it until I felt you totally trusted me to take care of you.’
‘This is all a bit much,’ I moaned, feeling all confused again. ‘I remained a virgin for a reason, Logan. I believe in romance. I wanted to be swept off my feet by a Prince, to get married and live happily ever after, with a hand
ful of children. Nowhere in my imagination did I think I’d pay to lose my virginity, end up falling for the guy who fucked me, only to find out he likes to tie up women and make them submit to him.’
‘You already submit to me angel, in bed you submit willingly. You just didn’t know your need for me to take charge had a term. You were born for this, for me.’
‘Can we leave this room, I feel really uncomfortable in here.’ I didn’t give him a chance to reply. I shot past him and out of the only other door, to find myself in a massive open plan brick lined space, with metal support poles and the same curved white ceiling. He had a modern white gloss kitchen and island, a dining area, gaming area and a large lounge at the end, with bi-fold doors onto a small balcony overlooking the canal. I looked behind me as he followed me in, running a hand through his hair.
‘Summer, this is just one side of me, a side you don’t need to worry about. We haven’t even been on a proper date yet. Shouldn’t we try that, before we worry about each other’s sexual preferences?’
‘Maybe,’ I replied, as my eyes took in the rest of the room, clocking where the exit was. My heart told me to trust him, that he wouldn’t really hurt me, that he wasn’t some kind of sexual deviant who carved up women on his big cross after getting his sexual kinks and then sunk their body parts in the canal, but my head told me I didn’t really know him at all. Then again he could have murdered me last night and he hadn’t.
‘Go on a date with me, you can ask me any questions and I promise to answer them truthfully.’
‘You’re saying you want to see me? Like a normal boyfriend and girlfriend sort of thing?’ I asked as I looked back at him. He was only wearing a pair of boxers and his hair was still damp and damn him, his sexiness and raw appeal were getting to me already. Who was I kidding? He’d already got to me. I’d never fallen in love before, but I had a feeling that this was what it would feel like. I was falling for him way too hard and fast and that terrified me even more than the prospect of his future sexual preferences.
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