It took her a long while to realize that the flogging had stopped, and that he’d already released her right wrist. He was rubbing it when she opened her eyes.
“Move slowly.”
If I can.
His body was pressed tight against hers, and she felt the scratchy denim of his jeans against her skin. And for the first time, she inhaled the scent of him—the crispness of a winter night, the undeniable appeal of masculine strength.
Earlier, his size and shadowed past had unnerved her. Now it gave her a sense of peace, made her feel protected.
With deft motions, he unfastened her left wrist and rubbed the chafed skin. That he was capable of such tenderness astounded her.
“Let me look at you.”
She hadn’t realized he’d unfastened her ankles.
He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him.
“I’m going to remove the nipple clamps,” he said. “Fair warning. It will hurt.”
He removed the first one, and a sharp sting pierced her. But he closed his mouth around the abused tip and sucked on it until pleasure replaced pain.
She drew a breath before he took off the second.
After he was done, he helped her over to a bench, then went to the stereo and turned down the volume slightly.
“How are you doing?”
“Honestly?” She wrapped her arms around herself. “Earlier, you said we might have sex...”
“And...?” He stood in front of her. His eyes, green and banked with golden fire, devoured her.
“Fuck me, Master Logan.”
*****
He crouched in front of her and framed her face between her palms. “Do you want to think about it? Wait until you’re a little steadier?”
Dead-on, she met his gaze. “No.”
“You were pretty far gone.” He liked to give his subs what they wanted after a scene, from snuggling to a long conversation, even sharing a hot bath. One submissive had stunned him by wanting to go for a run, but this...? With a woman he barely knew and hadn’t been able to stop thinking about?
“Do you have condoms?”
“Yeah.”
“Then get one.” She grinned. “Master Logan.”
He shouldn’t be surprised she was this complex, a bit sassy with some reserve mixed in. He’d had a glimpse of her personality a few weeks ago when she’d almost refused to take his card and then hadn’t called.
“Please,” she added.
Since he’d first touched her, he’d wanted to fuck her. Flogging her had only driven up his need. “Upstairs. In one of the bedrooms.” Where he could pin her down and drive into her.
“This is fine.”
“You have something in mind?”
A Muse song filtered through the play area, all but encouraging sex.
She shrugged off the bra, dropped it on the nearby pile of clothes, then placed her hands at her sides and rolled her shoulders back. Her invitation was blatant and appreciated.
He pulled out his wallet and extracted a condom.
She held out a hand, and he tossed it. Without breaking the bond of their gazes, she caught it.
Yeah. It had been a long fucking time since a woman had intrigued him this powerfully.
He bent to remove his boots, and she stopped him.
“May I?”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Certainly, little sub.”
She spread her legs to make room for his foot.
“This would be better if you’d taken off the underwear.”
Jennifer removed each of his boots in turn. He couldn’t remember if Helen had ever performed such an intimate act for him. He enjoyed her service.
He didn’t miss her tiny shudder as he tugged his belt from its loops.
“Do you want to feel this on your ass?” he asked.
“I’d never thought about it before. But suddenly I’m fascinated.”
That made two of them. The idea of her being over his knee, scrabbling for purchase while he spanked her, made his cock throb.
He removed his shirt, and she accepted it, maintaining eye contact as she placed it on the bench next to her. Then he unzipped his pants.
“Commando?” she asked.
“Always.”
Her eyes widened when he dropped his jeans and she looked at his erect dick. “Is it because you can’t find anything to fit over that thing, Sir?”
He grinned at her humor.
As if mesmerized, she continued to stare. “You scare me a little.”
“Good.” The fit would be fine. Just fine. He finished undressing and said, “Put the condom on me.”
With deliberation, she ripped open the package. But instead of rolling the latex down his cock, she stood and wiggled out of her panties.
Seeing her there, small, naked, vulnerable, made his protective instincts blaze. He wanted to possess her and never let her go.
He raised a finger, indicating she wait while he swept his gaze over her, from her full breasts to the tormented nipples that still bore marks from his clamps, to the gentle swell of her belly, the curve of her hips, her neatly trimmed pussy. “You’re beautiful, Jennifer.”
She grinned. “You are too, Master Logan.”
“Cheeky wench.”
Without being instructed, she slid to her knees and reached for him.
She cupped his testicles in her left hand and stroked his shaft with the other. At first she used long, sweeping motions, then began to use shorter, faster ones.
“The condom.” He put his hand on hers, stilling her. “Now.”
“Yes, Master Logan.” Her tone was proper. The way she glanced up at him was anything but.
Defiant, disobedient, she licked a drop of pre-ejaculate from the tip of his swollen dick, then touched her tongue to her upper lip.
“Jennifer,” he warned. “Unless you want to be put back on the cross to experience my wrath...”
She lowered her head so he couldn’t see the expression in her eyes, but there was no doubting the fact this little sub had more than a bit of sass in her personality. “There might be a spanking in your future,” he vowed.
“Anything you say, Master Logan.”
Her grip sure and confident, and fucking arousing, she placed the condom on his cockhead, then rolled the latex down into place.
Then, looking at him through that impossible long fringe of lashes, she stroked.
“No.” His hand on hers, he stopped her.
“But—”
“Last warning, Jennifer.” He sat and pulled her into his lap facing him.
She landed with a whoosh of breath and a sensual laugh.
This woman... Everything about her responsive body appealed to him. “Lift yourself a bit.”
“Anything you say, Sir.”
This time, there was no hint of a tease, just pure submissive response.
After wrapping her arms around his neck, she rose onto the balls of her feet while he guided his cock toward her damp pussy.
“I want you, Master Logan,” she whispered into his ear. She lowered herself, taking the tip before rising again.
He put his hands on her waist, supporting her, letting her set the pace.
With each stroke, she slowly took his shaft deeper, until he was balls-deep in her.
“Damn,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her head against his shoulder.
“Okay?”
“Give me a second.”
He stroked her spine, her shoulders, then pinched her bottom.
With a yelp, she arched away from him. “Sir!”
Logan dug a hand into her short, spiky, sexy hair and pulled her head back. Her eyes widened, and he watched the smokiness of arousal filter across the blue depths. Then, his motions slow and deliberate, he leaned forward and captured her mouth.
She opened for him, and he accepted her silent invitation.
Their tongues met, and he tasted the headiness of champagne—the seductive sweetness of her
surrender.
As he claimed her, devoured her, she moaned a little and pressed herself against him.
It ignited his desire.
Logan raised his knees, adjusting her balance, pitching her toward him, allowing him to explore her more and drive his cock deeper into her hot cunt.
She murmured something he couldn’t make out. Maybe yes. Maybe more. But there was no mistaking the way she clung to him, rocking back and forth, silently inviting him to fill her pussy.
Reluctantly he ended the kiss and traced a series of smaller ones across her shoulder.
“Fill me,” she said.
He moved his hands, digging his fingers into her ass, making sure she knew she was his.
Her sigh told him she understood.
Logan pistoned his hips, fucking her with short, fast motions. Everything he gave, she took hungrily, asking for more.
He heard the change in her breathing, felt the heat of her skin.
“I need...”
“Wait,” he said. Her pussy muscles clenched around him, urging him precariously close to an orgasm.
“I don’t want to,” she protested, angling forward.
He tightened his grip.
“Master Logan.” Her words were desperate, a plea. Something he’d never be able to deny her.
He lifted her, then said, “Now.” He thrust his hips, surging up into her, seeking her G-spot.
She cried out. Screaming his name, she gripped him tight as she came.
He held back for another few seconds, the denial uncomfortable and exhilarating as she writhed on his cock.
When her body went slack, he protectively crushed her against him, a hand in the middle of her back as she gulped for air.
“That...” She exhaled. “Mmm...”
He grinned. “Satisfied, little sub?”
In response, she kissed the side of his neck.
“We’re not done,” he said.
“I was hoping we weren’t.”
He adjusted their position slightly, and she dug her toes into the floor to lift herself a few inches. She curled her hands around his shoulders while he pounded into her.
Her cunt was wet, tight. All of a sudden, he was questioning the sanity of avoiding a relationship for so long.
He went deep, impaling her.
“Fuck.” She groaned. “I like the way you do me, Sir.”
It wasn’t just any woman he’d missed, he realized. It was a woman like her, one who was willing to ask for what she wanted, willing to take it.
Logan’s balls drew up. Waiting was exquisite torture.
“Yes,” she said.
He gave a final thrust, pulling her down, making her take all of him. She cried out and leaned back, enough for him to reach one of her nipples and tweak it.
“Sir!” She clenched her ass cheeks, and the motion was drove his orgasm.
He ejaculated in spurts that made him shudder and squeeze her tight.
“That, Sir, hit a few of my fantasy buttons,” she said when he opened his eyes to see her looking at him with a smile.
“We’ve got all night,” he said. “Let’s see if we can push a few more.”
Chapter Five
The idea was enough to make her dizzy.
Being with Logan had been everything she could have imagined, and oh, so much more.
Jennifer accepted his help as she stood. She swayed to one side, and he immediately put his hands on her waist.
“Do you need to sit?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I just stood too fast.” But it wasn’t only that. Her mind was swimming from everything she’d just experienced.
When she’d attended the movie with the Divas, her group of friends, she’d fantasized about what it would be like to be under the control of a powerful man who would guide and support her.
Brett had been okay in bed, enough to get her off, but there had been no adventure. Often the lights had been off or, at the very least, dim. Most times, they’d even done it beneath the sheets. He had never been as direct as Master Logan, never studied her the way he did, never pushed her beyond her comfort level into new levels of awareness and arousal.
“Better?” Logan asked, looking at her through narrowed eyes.
She pushed back the unruly lock of hair from her forehead and nodded.
He quirked an eyebrow.
“I mean, I’m fine. Thank you, Sir.” Part of her was thrilled by his insistence on formality. He was right. It kept the outside world separate from what they were sharing. To her, that made this more intimate.
She expected him to release his grip, but he didn’t right away. For the moment, it was nice to feel protected.
He studied her face, as if reassuring himself, before saying, “Let’s get you upstairs and maybe into a shower.”
She nodded.
When he released her, she reached for her underwear.
“You won’t be needing any of that until tomorrow.”
Freezing, she looked at him. “You want me naked?”
“Unless otherwise instructed. Yes.” He stood.
Until now, she hadn’t noticed how much he towered over her. Taking off her shoes and facing him made her cognizant of his size, strength, and overwhelming domination. He stole her breath.
“But you are welcome to take your belongings upstairs. My things as well.”
The implied intimacy sent a shock wave through her.
He disposed of the condom. Even without an erection, he had an impressive cock.
As if on cue, she became aware of a tingling between her legs that told her she’d be sore tomorrow. She grinned, unable to remember the last time that had happened, if it ever had. In her experience, no other man was his equal.
Logan straightened up the play area, removing his cuffs from the cross and dropping them into the bag. Then he picked up the wicked clamps. “How were they?” he asked.
“I’m...glad we used them.”
He continued to regard her, clearly waiting for her to go on.
“They were intense. Almost too much. Well, they were extreme when you pulled on them.”
He grinned, and she suddenly felt like prey.
“And your pussy got wet,” he said, his voice rich, deep, like cognac on a winter’s night.
She gulped. “True.”
“Be brave, Jennifer.”
“I already have been, Sir. More than ever before.”
“And we still a lot of the night left.”
Even though his words sent a shiver of threat through her, she didn’t want their time together to end.
He dropped the clamps into his bag, then zipped it shut before going to turn off the stereo. The silence echoed.
Receiving a flogging to the sound of Gregorian chant music had allowed her to get out of her head and stop thinking. And then... Having sex to Muse had been incredible. The thrumming beat had given her courage that she’d never experienced before.
But now, with no outside noise, she noticed the thump of her heartbeat and the frantic, desperate sound of her shallow breaths.
“I want to look at your ass. I’ll follow you up the stairs,” he said.
Was this what it was like to be a submissive? Subject to the Dom’s orders and desires? Having boundaries tested, maybe demolished? An illicit thrill tingled down her spine. If this was what it was like, she wanted more.
“And I want to admire my handiwork, see if you need more stripes to remember me by.”
She couldn’t tell if he was joking, and that created uncertainty that made her stomach pitch.
“After you.”
Jennifer gathered the pile of their clothes, including his boots. She held everything against her chest as she climbed the stairs. Every sense seemed to be on hyperalert. She knew he was watching, making a judgment. It was exhilarating.
“Your ass is a little red.”
She glanced over her shoulder.
“But you only have a few marks. I’ll take care of that.”
Once they were upstairs, he said, “Let me get you something to drink.”
She continued into the living room and placed their clothing on the couch. Their boots she put on the floor, side by side.
Outside, a storm raged. Wind whipped the snow sideways, obliterating the view of Denver. It was as if they were sealed off from the rest of civilization.
His earlier words about existing in two different worlds filtered through her mind.
In the window’s reflection, she saw him walking toward her.
He reminded her of a warrior. Even though he moved with athletic power, she noticed him take in the surroundings.
Logan stopped long enough to put his duffel bag on the floor near the couch and to place a bottle of water on the nearby end table. The whole time, she watched him, mesmerized.
“Cold?” he asked, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her.
For a moment, she held herself away from him, but his grip was firm, relentless, and she curled into him, wondering if she could deny him anything.
“That’s better.”
The evening felt surreal. She’d gone from expecting a festive evening with friends to the most intimate, mind-expanding, fantasy-filled situation possible.
He rubbed his hands up and down her arms, keeping her close until the chill subsided.
“Come with me,” he said.
Logan led her to the couch, then wrapped a blanket around her shoulders. He left her long enough to ignite the fireplace. When he returned, he sat next to her, then uncapped the bottle of water and offered it to her.
Until she’d taken a drink, she hadn’t realized how parched she’d been.
He pulled her closer, and she went willingly, snuggling into his chest, breathing in warmth, comfort, and security from him.
“How does your body feel?”
“My nipples are a little tender. Not bad, though.”
“And your back, thighs, buttocks?”
“Hardly a twinge,” she confessed, unwilling to admit how much that disappointed her. In the movie she’d seen, the leading man had promised the star that she wouldn’t be able to sit for a week after he was done with her. And Jennifer wasn’t feeling the least bit uncomfortable.
They stared at the flickering flames, and she said, “I’m curious about your scar.”
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