‘I want to feel your fingers stroking my clit, then have them sink into me, caressing my g-spot while you kiss and lick my clit.’ Her big blue eyes looked down at mine, pleading with me. Like I needed begging, I could make her come forever, well at least until her body couldn’t take anymore. Giving her pleasure made me so happy. I gently tugged at her knickers, I could have ripped them off, but I was definitely in the mood for tender tonight. She lifted her hips, allowing me to slide her knickers down her thighs and over her dainty feet. As I looked back up her thighs automatically parted for me, making me catch my breath as that flash of soft pink drew in my gaze and had my tongue dart over my lip, eager to taste her. I peppered gentle kisses on the inside of her thighs, smiling to myself as her fingers gathered up the duvet below her, clenching it hard as she tipped her pelvis up towards me. I slowly ran my nose up and down her baby soft mound, savouring her intoxicating smell. My balls were rumbling, desperate to release their heavy load, but I wanted to take my time. I ran my thumbs up her length, gently parting her puffy folds, exposing her clenching moist entrance and that succulent clit that I loved to nibble. I gave it a slowly teasing stroke with the tip of my tongue. ‘Lucas,’ she squealed in a high pitched tone.
‘Angel,’ I replied with a happy groan. ‘I think you’re going to come the minute I start to lick properly, aren’t you?’ I smiled as I heard a little whimper leave her lips and looked up over her stomach, between her breasts to see her head was lifted as she gazed at me, through half-closed eyes that burned with desire. I held her gaze as I began, long, slow, firm lashes that had her thighs start to tremble immediately. ‘Fuck,’ I mumbled, as her sweet taste flooded my mouth. A few more licks had her jaw drop, flexing up and down as her fingers tightened around the duvet clenched in her hands. It only took five more, when I wanted at least five hundred more, before she cried out my name as she fell back onto the bed, her hips thrusting up, pressing herself tightly into my face as her orgasm rocked her, tremors running on and on as I dipped my tongue inside her to catch the evidence, not letting a drop go to waste. If I was on death row and given free choice for my last meal, eating Summer’s sweet cunt would be top priority. ‘I hadn’t even made it to the fingers yet,’ I chuckled, as her climax ran on.
‘Make it, please make it,’ she panted, trying to get her breathing and her body back under control. ‘I can handle it.’
‘Let’s see if you can then,’ I replied, as I eased two long fingers inside her, sucking in a breath at the thought of this warmth, moisture and tightness surrounding my cock. I gently pumped them in and out, stretching her first, then lowered my head again to lavish attention on her sensitive nub. Her hands soon moved to grasp my hair, gently tugging then pushing as she wriggled her hips. When my fingers were moving with ease, I went in search of her g-spot, sucking her clit harder as I heard a jumble of words leave her mouth. She was so close again. Part of me wished I could train her to withhold them, another part of me loved that I could make her come so fast and so often. If she wanted orgasms like this, one after another, who was I to deny her? It was my job, my duty and my honour to make her happy. I rubbed hard with the tips of my fingers as I nipped her clit between my teeth, whipping the tip of my tongue back and forth. She started sobbing, then screamed as she bucked, her muscles rippling around my fingers. I slowly withdrew them and put them in my mouth, closing my eyes to focus on the enjoyment of sucking them dry, while she mumbled incoherently above me. I licked her clean, while her body still trembled, then slowly crawled back up her body and sank my tongue into her willing mouth. She flung her arms around my neck, her legs lifting to circle my waist as she rubbed herself along my shaft, making me groan with need into her mouth.
‘Please, Lucas,’ she begged as she finally pulled her head back and gazed up at me, melting me. ‘I need you so badly, make love to me.’
‘I need you too, angel. I always need you,’ I nodded, as I claimed her lips again, while gently sliding into her eager flesh, her muscles gripping me tightly, dragging me in. I grunted, the sensation was incredible. I’d slept with so many women, but none felt as good as her, none moved me the way she did, none elicited the sort of emotion I felt when she was falling apart under me. I was doing that to her, I was making her body sing, playing her with as much reverence as a maestro would a valuable and rare Stradivarius. We were just so in tune, mentally, physically and emotionally. I really had met my perfect match, and I intended to make sure she knew she’d met hers too, every single day for the rest of her life. ‘I love you so much, Summer,’ I whispered emotionally against her lips.
‘Are you trying to make me cry?’ she asked, her eyes taking on a watery shine.
‘I’m trying to stop myself from doing it,’ I replied, full of sincerity. She let out another gasp as my cock reached inside her, so deep inside I had to take a number of breaths to hold myself back. I could get lost inside her, those moments when I had to withdraw I hated just as much as she did. Our connection was never stronger than when she was gripping me with her arms and legs holding me to her. I continued to move, slowly but with power behind each thrust, gritting my teeth as I watched her unravelling. Her sighs and moans filled my ears, her eyes glazing over, I could feel her love for me seeping out of every pore of her delicate porcelain skin.
‘Ah, ah … Lucas … I … O God … please,’ she cried, her voice trailing off at the end as her heels dug into my backside and pressed hard, telling me she wanted more. I moved faster, but eased up on the force and her hips started to dance with mine. If they were handing out prizes for synchronicity during sex, we’d win fucking gold. No one in the history of sex was as good as we were or would feel so much love, passion and greed for each other. I was so damn close, I wanted her to come with me, for us to experience that heady rush at the same time.
‘Look at me, angel, I want you to look at me when we come, to experience it with me as we both go over the edge together,’ I demanded. She managed a nod as she forced her sleepy and dreamy looking eyes to widen and looked up into mine, making me take in a sharp breath. ‘You’re so damn beautiful, you wreck me, Summer Beresford. You fucking wreck me.’
‘And you … me, Lucas … Logan … Steel,’ she cried. ‘Tell me you’re there … I can’t … I can’t … Lucas?’ Her mouth formed a perfect round circle as she let out a frenzied cry and her nails sank into the back of my neck. I growled, a deep rumble that rose up through my body, as I held my climax back waiting for the perfect moment, that moment where she hit her peak and I could join her for the ride. I didn’t have to wait long. While enjoying the feel of my come tearing up my shaft and filling her again and again, I lost myself in her dazed eyes, all her love for me showing in them. My ejaculation was powerful, but the rest of it was so sweet and tender. I finally collapsed on her, our bodies covered in a dewy sheen from our efforts. We buried our faces in each other’s necks, our lips gently caressing as she quivered below me. I could stay like this for ever and be happy, I thought, as I closed my eyes and smiled.
The Return of Logan Steele
Logan
I stood outside The Domville in New York, making a pit stop on my way to LA, and took a deep breath before heading in. I strode over to the private lift for the Signature Suite, keying in the code that I’d been provided with when the booking scenario had been received. I ran my finger around the inside of my collar, flexing my neck to ease out the kinks of frustration. I’d had my first real argument with Summer about this. I’d sent Camilla an email, saying I’d been too hasty in rejecting her last time, that in all these years she’d still been on my mind, that I was desperate for another appointment with her. I’d received a booking request within the hour and priced up a suitability expensive scenario, which I obviously had no intention of fulfilling, though Camilla had no idea, she wasn’t aware that we knew she was behind the blackmail attempts. Summer still insisted I was playing with fire, I disagreed. Camilla had tortured us for months, made me think that Summer’s very life might be in dan
ger. What I had planned for Camilla wasn’t nearly heated enough. The doors slid open and I walked through the lobby to the double doors which swung open as I approached. Memories of the first time I’d been here coming back to me, when I’d carried Camilla, half comatose from a number of orgasms in that very lift, through to the lounge for her strangers for the night fantasy. It had been years since that appointment, but standing here today, it hardly seemed anytime at all. Everything was so fresh in my mind, and not in a good way.
‘Logan,’ Camilla purred from her reclined pose on one of the leather sofas. I walked into the vast lounge that screamed luxury with its chocolate suede lined walls and real gold trimmings. She’d tried to pose herself sexily, wearing a tiny black bodycon dress, her bleached blonde hair draped down her chest, but all I could see was the vile creature who’d tried to make me her fuck toy first time around, then tried to split Summer and I up.
‘Camilla,’ I nodded, curtly, as I undid my jacket button. I reached down and undid my belt, slowly pulling it out of the loops, holding her gaze as her eyes widened. She looked down at my crotch, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face to see my obvious lack of erection. I took a seat opposite her, draping my belt over the arm of the sofa and spreading my arms across the back of it.
‘I knew you’d come around,’ she smiled, looking back up at me. ‘Granted I thought it would be a few years earlier than it took, but you’re here now, that’s all that matters. I take it your innocent looking actress girlfriend was too prim and proper for you? Not able to offer the sort of kink that you crave? The sort that only I can give you? For free moving forwards too, no more payments. I bet I can get in all sorts of positions she couldn’t even conceive of.’
‘You’re right,’ I agreed, with a nod. ‘Summer couldn’t possibly sink to the depths that you do, whore herself out or degrade herself, because she’s perfect, Camilla, my idea of perfect. Unlike you, for her sex is an emotional connection with someone she cares about, it’s not just about fucking and getting herself off. And for the record she fulfils every kink I crave, because she loves me so much that she wants to make me happy. You, on the other hand, would only do it because all you’re interested in is yourself. You’re a narcissist, Camilla. It’s all about you, what you want, what you can get from everyone around you, which is the biggest turn off to a man like me. That’s why you and I would never work, I prefer my women with a little more class.’
‘You bastard,’ she spat, swinging her legs off the sofa. She sat up to glare at me, her green eyes full of venom, which was appropriate as she reminded me of a deadly vicious snake. ‘You contacted me, telling me you’d made a mistake with her, that you wanted me.’
‘I lied,’ I shrugged. ‘Something I hate doing, but I guess I learned from our last encounter, and your recent exploits, that if you want something badly enough, you’ll do anything to get it. Happily for me, Summer’s what I want, not a fake, vindictive, conniving and spoilt little bitch like you.’
‘I don’t believe you,’ she hissed, as she rose up, her hands flying to her hips in indignation. I stayed exactly where I was, letting her see that she wasn’t getting to me. I’d planned to rile her up and it seemed it was working.
‘Believe it, Camilla. I thought maybe you’d have taken the years since our last encounter to grow, to mature as a person, to maybe even become nice. I actually saw potential in you all those years ago, in spite of what you did, but now I see that you passed that exit a few hundred miles ago. I know of your hook up with Daron Beck, your pitiful attempts to break Summer and I up, but it backfired didn’t it? You didn’t realise the depth of her love for me, because I think you’re incapable of love yourself. You didn’t expect her to have the balls to admit she’d booked a male escort and wasn’t ashamed of the fact. You on the other hand,’ I shook my head as I whistled. ‘How would you handle being outed on all media outlets? Daughter of hotel mogul pays an escort to fuck her, seduces then blackmails her father’s key employees with sex tapes in exchange for favours and their silence, doesn’t look great, does it? It would be even worse if it came out that you stalked the world’s most popular and sweetest actress, attempting to intimidate and blackmail her. Daddy wouldn’t be impressed. Did you forget that I have that tape of you confessing to your disgusting behaviour?’
‘My disgusting behaviour? You’re the fucking prostitute!’ she yelled.
‘A very high class ex-prostitute thank you, and no one that matters to me even cares about my past, Camilla. It’s not affected my loved ones, or my career. Can you be confident that you’ll have that sort of support? Think about everyone you’ve screwed over in your life, how much they’re going to love seeing your fall from grace, how their stories of how you used them will all appear in the papers too. As if sleeping with a prostitute wasn’t bad enough for someone of your social standing, you fuck anything that moves to get your own way. Not to mention collude, and have an ongoing sexual relationship, with a sick and twisted man who’s been imprisoned for child pornography. I really don’t see you bouncing back from a hit like that once it’s leaked.’
‘You wouldn’t dare,’ she snarled, fury seeping from her every pore as she took the few steps towards me, trying to intimidate me by looking down at me. I gave her a lazy smile, which pissed her off even more.
‘I have nothing left to lose now, Camilla. You made sure of that. You played the only cards you had and it backfired. You’re all out of blackmail material on me, whereas I still have a full hand. Releasing your tape and handing over the very large and quite frankly damning file I have, on your blackmail and scare tactics, will probably see you arrested and imprisoned yourself. I’m sure that will also result in you being cut off from the very large trust fund that darling Daddy keeps topping up for his sweet and innocent princess. Won’t he be disappointed to learn the truth?’
‘You bastard,’ she screamed, lifting a hand to slap me. I grabbed it at the last second, inches from my face, hauling her over my lap. I pinned her shoulders down with one hand, as my other reached for my leather belt. I grasped the buckle as I swung the leather to wrap around my fist a few times, until I had a decent amount of the belt to use on her.
‘That’s for trying to blackmail me all those years ago,’ I hissed, giving her two forceful lashes, that cracked loudly against her backside, still encased in the dress. No way was I touching her to pull her knickers down, if she was even wearing any. I’d used belts in the past, but never with Summer, they were too harsh for her. To be honest the red welts didn’t bring me the enjoyment that a pink hue on the cheeks did, plus I didn’t get that lovely satisfying smart on my own palm either. No, this had nothing to do with sexual pleasure, this was revenge. Camilla screamed and I quickly did another two. ‘They’re for trying to blackmail me recently.’ She screamed again and tried to wriggle off my lap, but I increased the pressure on her shoulders, forcibly holding her in place. I did another two, with such power I knew she’d feel it for at least the next few days, every time she sat down those welts would send screaming messages of pain to her brain, teaching her not to fuck with me. ‘And they’re for being the most disgusting and vile piece of work I’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting.’
‘Stop, stop,’ she cried with a sob, her body trembling against my thighs. I lifted her up and plonked her down on the sofa next to me, noticing she winced as her obviously sore cheeks hit the cushion. I stood up and threaded my belt back into my trousers as I glared down at her, with as stern a look as I could muster.
‘Don’t make me come back with a metal tipped flogger, Camilla, because trust me, I’ll get so much pleasure out of it that you’ll get far more than six lashes, and there won’t be any safe words for you to use. I’ll whip your arse until my arm gives out on me and you have bruises and cuts that bleed, instead of those welts I’ve just given you. Back off! You ever try anything like this again, if anything happens to upset Summer that you’ve had a hand in, you’ll look back at these last ten minutes as being the best
in your God damn life, because I will reign total and utter destruction on you, financially, mentally and physically. Go and get bloody therapy, sort your own life out instead of meddling in everyone else’s. I never want to see you again, if I walk into a party or an event and you’re there, you’ll get up and walk straight out, the same if you cross paths with Summer. Do I make myself clear?’ I barked, the dominance in my voice adding some extra gravitas to it.
She gave the briefest of nods as she desperately tried to wipe the tears flowing down her face. I on the other hand tried desperately not to show how much of a shit I felt for having done that, it was an act that was seriously challenging me, I deserved a damn Oscar for it, but I had a feeling that nothing else would have convinced her that I was serious. I mean she’d thought I still wanted her, that my email telling her I wanted to see her again, as no one else had compared, was true. She was even more deluded and fucked up than I’d initially thought. But I needed her to believe that a metal tipped flogger was something I’d have no qualms in using on her, when the opposite was true. I only got off by straddling that fine line between pleasure and pain. Causing pain, for the sheer hell of it, wasn’t my scene at all. I found it abhorrent, not that I’d ever admit that to Miss Domville.
‘A nod doesn’t do it for me, Camilla. I need to hear you say it, tell me that these games are over, that you’ll move on from this obsession with me. I have someone ready to leak that video the minute I press send on this text.’ I showed her the message that I’d primed, the one that would go nowhere as I’d set my phone to flight mode, covering the tell-tale icon on the phone with my thumb.
‘You’ve made yourself clear, I’ll behave,’ she whispered.
‘Then this booking is over, as is any contact with me in future,’ I advised and turned to head to the exit. I heard her starting to sob again and looked over my shoulder as I reached the door. ‘O and by the way, my clause of no refunds stands, consider your fee a repayment of the costs I incurred hiring a team to bring you and Daron to justice. Goodbye Camilla.’ I strode out of the lobby and into the lift, letting out the biggest sigh of my life as the doors closed. Finally, she was out of mine and Summer’s hair. For good. Daron was behind bars, where he belonged, life could get back to normal. Or as normal as it was for a man like me with an international superstar for a girlfriend.
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