by Lexi Noir
Before he orgasms, he pulls out and moves behind me and pulls my ass cheeks apart and slides his cock in my pussy. The feeling of him slamming inside me still rocks me and I love it. So much.
“Kitten, you can come. I’m not going to last long; this is intense.’’
He slams into me another couple of times and then I explode, clamping down on his cock, squeezing it hard.
He groans. “You’re going to break it, kitten you need to release me.” I finish my orgasm and relax my muscles. He pumps and releases everything inside me.
I feel the weight of his body on top of me and it feel fantastic. It feels like a gravity blanket wrapped around me and I drift off into subspace.
When I wake I’m in the bed in the room with Logan wrapped around me. “Hey, kitten, you're awake. Are you okay?”
I roll so that I’m facing him and smile. “I’m great. Thank you.”
He holds me tight and kisses me on the head.
“Logan, I need to say something to you and I know you’re not going to like it.”
“Okay,” he says, quietly.
“I love being here with you. I love how you make me feel and I love handing over control to you. I want to be with you, I really do…”
“I feel there’s a but coming.”
I smile. “I don’t see how a relationship with you would work outside of the club.” He starts to talk and I hold my hand up. “Let me finish. I love handing you control in the club; it makes me feel amazing, but I’ve worked too hard to give over my control outside of the club. I don’t think it’s fair for both of us to have a relationship that is just based in the club. That’s not what I want. I want to find someone that I can spend the rest of my life with, who I can be myself with. I need to have control most of the day and I don’t always want to give up control in the evenings. I guess what I’m saying is that I won’t be coming back to the club anymore, Logan. I can’t keep doing this, however much I enjoy it.”
He sits up in the bed. “I don’t want you to lose control in all aspects of your life, Emmeline. I love the way you’re feisty at work and then I get your undivided attention in the evenings. I love that. I don’t want to be dominant to you all the time, that’s not what this is about. I thought you understood what was happening. I want more too.”
I climb out of the bed and start to get dressed. “I just can’t keep doing this, Logan. My feelings grow for you every time we do this and I can’t fall in love with you when I can’t be what you want all the time. Please don’t make this more difficult than it already is. I’ll find my own way home.” I finish getting dressed and then move to the door.
“Emmeline, stop,” he demands in his Dom voice. I stand still. “I brought you here and I’ll take you home. That’s what I do. I take care of the woman that I am with. If you don’t want to talk about this anymore then that’s fine, but you’ve got to give me a chance to give you my side.”
He gets dressed and I don’t move from the door, I am looking away from him because I know if I see his delectable body then I might cave and I can’t afford to do that.
He comes up behind me and his breath touches my neck. “Ready?” I nod and he opens the door and puts his hand on the bottom of my back as he guides me through the club and to his car.
I don’t talk all the way home and he doesn’t either. I don’t let him walk me to my door because I know he’ll try to kiss me and I don't think I’d be strong enough to refuse.
Chapter 9
Logan
Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since I’ve seen Emmeline. I’m angry; she never gave me the chance to say what I wanted. She had made her mind up, she knows what she wants, it’s one of the things that I love about her. But what’s got me pissed. She decided what I wanted.
Whenever I had to go into her office, she’s never there, always having an excuse as to why she wasn’t present. It’s added fuel to the fire. She chose this. She walked away, she never gave me a chance to speak.
Driving to her house, I kept my mouth shut, getting everything I wanted to say in order so that I had the perfect words for her. To tell her that she was mine and I wanted her everywhere, inside the club, outside the club, every way I can have her. But when I got to her house, she was out of the car before I had even put the car into park and by the time I had got to her door, she had locked it, with her inside and me standing on her doorstep, begging her to let me talk. I was met by silence and I’ve not heard from her since.
I’ve been a man possessed, going to the club every night in hopes of finding her there. But she hasn’t returned. I won’t be with anyone else; the only woman I want is Emmeline.
“Logan, you’re here,” Ma says with a bright smile. As usual, her eyes rake over my body taking me all in. “What’s happened?”
She never did miss much.
“I’m fine,” I say through gritted teeth, not wanting to talk about the shit storm that is my love life.
Her eyes widen. “Come in, baby.”
“Logan!” Bobby yells as he sees me walking into the house.
For the first time in fucking weeks, I smile. A real smile. “Hey, dude. How’s Mandy?”
His face lights up; damn, he has it bad. “Good.” He nods vigorously. “You found a girl yet?”
The pain that’s been ever fucking present in the past two weeks blasts through my chest and I sigh. “Not yet, dude.”
Ma narrows her eyes, obviously seeing through my lie.
“Bobby, baby,” Ma begins softly, “didn’t you promise Mandy you’d call her?”
Bobby takes off running to his room, not saying a word to either of us.
“Sit,” Ma demands, pointing at the stall in the kitchen. “Start talking, Logan, and don’t leave anything out.”
I sigh. Do I want to talk about this? Fuck no. Emmeline has made up her mind and any attempts at contacting her has been futile.
“Start with her name.”
I scrub my hands over my face as I take a seat. “Emmeline Jacobs.”
Ma makes a humming noise. “Emmeline. I like it. Very pretty.”
I nod. “Pretty name for a pretty girl,” I comment, but Emme isn’t pretty, she’s fucking gorgeous.
“What happened?” she asks as she pushes a cup of coffee toward me.
“I fucked up the first time we met. I was in a pissy mood.”
She gasps. “You? Never!”
My lips twitch. “Yeah, so when she walked into the conference room, I kind of demanded her to get my coffee.”
Ma’s eyes widen, but there’s a smile on her lips. “Logan Tate.” She shakes her head. “I taught you better than to treat someone like that.”
I hold my hands up in surrender, “I know, I know. I fucked up. I apologized and Ma, she’s a smartass, I asked her to dinner and she said no.”
Ma frowns. “That’s it?”
“No,” I growl then sigh. “Sorry. I went to the club and imagine my surprise when I saw Emmeline there.”
Ma grins. She’s known about the club for a few years; I don’t tell her much, but she knows that I have a kink. “That’s amazing,” she breathes, happiness pouring from her.
I nod. “I thought so too. Things were weird; Emmeline only wanted to be together at the club. We only met there. It’s what she wanted.” The anger is pouring out of me and I hate that she’s fucking making me crazy.
“What happened, baby?” Ma asks softly as she leans over the island, her eyes full of worry.
I shrug; I still have no fucking idea what happened. She set the rules from the get go, she was the one that wanted it in the club, not wanting what we had to touch her life. “She told me that she doesn’t see how a relationship with me could work outside the club.”
“Did you tell her that you wanted it outside the club?”
I close my eyes and sigh. “I didn’t get a fucking chance.”
“Language,” Ma admonishes me. “What do you mean, you didn’t get a chance? Logan, why are you sitting here instead
of finding her and telling her that you love her?”
Love her? What the hell?
“Logan, I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time, for you to find a woman you’d bring home to me. I know that you’re particular about who you let into your bed.”
“But love, Ma?”
She nods. “I see it written all over your face.” I give her a blank stare. I like Emmeline, I want to be with her, but love? That’s something that I haven’t felt before; I’m not sure if it’s something I can do.
“Let me ask you this, if you saw Emmeline with another man, how would it make you feel?”
My hands ball into fists at the mere thought of her being with anyone but me.
“How would you feel to know that Emmline has married someone else, that she’s having children with this other person? That she’s happy with them?”
Fuck. “Ma, you’re killing me.”
“I know how you’d feel and Logan, that's love. You need to decide if you’re going to fight for her or not. If you don’t, then all those things I’ve said could happen and you’re going to have to deal with them. If you do fight, then maybe you’ll be the one to give her all those things.”
She’s right.
“I’m going to get her back.”
Ma smiles. “Good. Once you do, I want to meet her.”
“Let me try and get her back, Ma.” I try to hide my smile, knowing Ma, I’ll bring Emmeline home and she’ll start planning a wedding.
You’ll stay for dinner?” she asks with a grin.
“Is Tony coming?” I ask about her boyfriend; I met him the week after she told me and she was right, he seems like a decent guy.
She smiles. “Not tonight, baby. So you’re stuck with Bobby and me.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” I tell her honestly as I take a sip of coffee.
I’m glad that I came here. I needed someone to give it to me straight and can always rely on my Ma to do that.
I relax as a plan starts to formulate. Tonight, I’m going to get my woman back and let her know just what she means to me. This isn’t about the club, this is about two adults that want one another and love each other.
I sure as fuck hope that she loves me.
Chapter 10
Emme
I can’t believe it’s nearly a month since I stepped foot inside Club Temptation. It felt like I had been going there for a long time, and I miss it. I tried to go one night, but got near the door and knew that I wasn’t ready to bump into Logan. I was doing a great job of avoiding him at work. I had been in a couple of meetings but had my secretary call me out before they finished so that I didn’t find myself alone with him in the room. Am I running away from him? Hell yeah.
I don’t want him to change who I am as a person, but I think he already has. I’m not the same Emmeline that I was a couple of months ago. I’m not a worse person, but I've changed. I want different things to what I wanted back then. I want to lose control to the right person. I want to feel that I don’t have to worry about anything when someone takes control of my body, but I want someone to hand me back my control after they’ve given me the best orgasms of my life. I didn’t think Logan could do that.
My best friend, Ember, calls and asks me to dinner. I tell her I’m busy and she tells me that she’s in reception and she’s not taking no for an answer. She tells me that she is initiating an intervention. I pack everything away and go down in the elevator, hoping I won’t bump into Logan. I don’t think I could deal with that right now. Ember is sitting in reception waiting for me. She's tapping her foot, which usually indicates she has something important to say.
“You okay?” I ask. She nods and stands, putting her arm into mine.
“Let’s walk; we can talk when we get to the restaurant. Let’s just enjoy the evening sun and peace and quiet.”
I laugh. She always makes me feel better about myself and my life. I don’t know what I would do without her in my life. When we get to the restaurant and are seated by the window—Ember likes to see the exit at all times. It’s one of her little quirks. I’m so used to it now it doesn’t surprise me.
“So, what is this in aid of? Did I miss an important date or something?” I know it’s not her birthday yet.
“Emmeline.” She looks up at me and grabs my hands. I know I’m in trouble when she says my full name like that. “I’m worried about you.” I try to pull my hands back. I don’t want to talk about Logan, not here and not now. “Let me speak and then you can walk out of here or do what you like.” She doesn’t let go of my hands.
“Emme, I love you. You’re the sister I never had. I’m worried about you, babe. You’ve lost weight. You don’t eat when you go home. You don’t do anything these days. I know you were so happy when you were with Logan, and I don’t really understand what happened, but now you’re not happy. Is there any chance of getting back with him?”
I shake my head. “No. I don’t want to be controlled by someone outside of the bedroom and a man like him can only take control; he won’t be happy with me being bossy and stubborn. Those kinds of relationships don’t work like that, Ember. You know that.”
“I do, but Logan seemed like a nice guy and he seemed like he liked your attitude at work.”
“He did, but that wouldn’t last long. Men pretend they like these things until you’re too far into the relationship and then they change and this is a hard limit for me. I’m not going to be controlled outside of the bedroom. Hell, I didn’t even know I wanted to be controlled in the bedroom before I met Logan.”
“I know it’s a lot to process.” She lets go of my hands when the waitress brings the drinks over. She takes a big gulp and then she continues, “But you must see how miserable you are without him in your life. I’ve never seen you this cut up about someone before. I think you fell in love with him, Emme. But if you don’t think there’s anyway back then you need to move on.”
“Move on? Are you having a laugh? I’m not ready to move on.”
“You might not be, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun. You know what they say, the best way to get over a man is to get under another.” She takes a sip and then laughs.
“Oh my God, do you really want me to have sex with another man? I don’t know if I can, Ember. It’s too soon. I need to sort my head out to decide what I want in life. I don’t know if I can go back to just vanilla missionary sex.”
Ember laughs at my phrase. “But you only had vanilla missionary sex before Logan and you enjoyed it so why is it different now?”
I know what she’s doing. She’s goading me into agreeing that I want Logan back. But I’m not going to fall for her games.
“It just is. I don’t feel the same anymore.”
Our dinner arrives and we stop talking to eat. Well, I push my salad around the plate for a while before taking one or two bites and placing my knife and fork down. I just don’t feel like eating at the moment. I take another sip of my drink. The alcohol is washing through my veins and I can feel a numbness take over me. I’ve been drinking a lot these last few weeks at home. Just to try and forget the feeling of Logan’s hands on me or the crop lashing my ass.
“So, I know you’re not going to like what I’m about to say to you.” Ember takes a big sip of her drink. It must be bad if she needs more alcohol to say it to me. “I’ve arranged a blind date for you tomorrow night.” She stares at me.
I can feel my blood start to boil. “No fucking way, Ember. I’m not ready to go out on a date with anyone.”
“Look, Emme, you weren’t with Logan for long; you shouldn’t be so cut up about this. It’s time you met someone else. He might be the next big love of your life and the best thing that you’ve ever done. Are you prepared to give that chance up?”
“God, why do you always make so much sense? I don’t want to do this, Ember, but I’ll do it for you. If it makes you happy, then I’ll go.”
Ember squeaks and she orders another drink. “I don’t want mo
re than this next one, Ember. I have to get up early tomorrow.”
When dinner is finished, we hug and say goodbye. She hands me the number for the guy, Denny. Like who the fuck has a name like that, but I promised her that I would go, so I will.
Logan comes into the office the next day and I hide in my office. I feel guilty that I’m going on a date with another guy, not that he knows about it and I don’t want him to know about it, either.
My desk phone rings and it makes me jump. “Emmeline speaking.”
“Emmeline.” Oh my God, it’s Logan. “I need to see you. I’m in the conference room; come in and let’s talk.”
“I don’t have any updates on the case, Logan. There’s no point. I’m busy and I’m leaving early today.” I just decided that I’m leaving in the next few minutes. I need to get out of here.
“Emme, stop running away from me. I thought we were adults. You wanted everything to go back to the way it was, but you won’t even talk to me about the case. I miss you. Please? Come to the club with me; let me show you how good we are together.”
Holding back the tears, I take a deep breath. “Logan, it’s over. I’m going on a date with someone else tonight. Now if you don’t mind I need to go home and get ready.” I hang up before he can say anything. I have tears in my eyes. I don’t want to be mean, but I need to move on.
I close everything down and leave my office, hurrying along the corridor trying to avoid the conference room. As I step on to the elevator and the doors about to close, I see a hand stop it from closing. I just know it’s Logan.
He looks angry. “A date? You’re going on a date? Why won’t you give me five minutes of your time but you’ll give someone else the time? What did I do wrong? I thought we had something special, Emmeline. Who are you seeing? Someone else from the club? Please don’t tell me it’s someone else from Club Temptation. I don’t think I could cope with that.”
