Tonight, Logan would utterly dominate. This was his fantasy, and his searing stare told her that he planned to live it to the fullest—while he drove her to the brink of sanity.
“Please, Logan. I need more.” He’d left her so close to orgasm that her body burned. The air conditioner kicked in, but it didn’t help. Instead, the air flow dragged a cool breeze across her nipples that sent her into a sensory tailspin. “I can’t take this.”
He dragged his fingers through her soaking pussy again, then swirled them around her nipples, coating them with her essence, making them peak harder. “You’re strong, Cherry. Trust that, if you give me what I want, I’ll give you what you need.”
A basic tenet of any good D/s relationship. Tara tried to reassure herself with that fact, but with her body on fire, perspiration beginning to coat her skin, and a haze of need clouding her thoughts, she could only whimper. Submitting everything to Logan in the privacy of his bedroom, when it meant so much to him, when he had complete control of her every sensation, turned her on wildly.
“Can you do that?”
Honestly, she wasn’t sure, but she feared that if she said no, he’d stop everything and leave her to burn. “Yes, Logan.”
“Good girl.” Slowly, he released her wrists. “Get on the bed.”
Heart pounding, she did. Logan wasted no time in shackling each of her limbs at the corners of the bed, spreading her wide open. Then, still dressed in his leathers, he crawled between her knees, sat back on his heels and looked his fill.
Her skin burned under his dark, unwavering gaze. Spread so totally, feeling vulnerable, her pussy seeped with need. She writhed and arched, lifting her hips to him. “Touch me.”
“I told you, you’re not setting the pace or making the rules. Forget that again, Cherry, and I’ll have to punish you.” His silky tone belied the hard glitter of his eyes. “I’d rather savor you, so totally open to me. I want you good and ready for every nasty thing I’m going to do to you.”
At his words, her pussy clamped down. Empty inside, the aching hollowness consumed her, so acute it almost hurt.
Without warning, Logan bent and lashed his hot tongue across her pussy. She cried out and bucked up, the sudden jolt of pleasure stunning her. Tara wished desperately that Logan would cover her body with his, fill her with his cock, and take her hard.
Instead, he lifted his head, his face dark and intent in the mysterious shadows. “Ready to give me everything I want from you?”
“Yes! Take me. Anything. Everything.”
Logan pushed a strand of hair from her face, caressed her shoulder, her breast. “Good answer. I’m going to lift your pussy and ass up, baby. I want them spread wide open for me.”
His words thundered a dark desire through her as he slid a pillow beneath her hips, forcing her to tilt up. Her feet turned out, which spread her legs even more, exposing her completely. She fought to touch him, lure him closer, but he’d restrained her so thoroughly that she could only keep her legs spread and raise up to him in a silent plea he ignored.
With a feral smile, Logan slid a possessive hand over her mound. “Here, now, there’s no training, just us. It’s sweet to know that you like being at my mercy, Cherry. Too bad I’m not going to have any tonight.”
He scrambled off the bed to tear off his leathers, then he approached her, his body taut, huge cock standing tall and thick. He glided a gentle hand from her shoulder to one breast, circling, but not touching, its tight nipple. As she gasped, arched, he moved down her abdomen, settling his fingers into her folds.
“I need to give you this dominant part of me, as much as I need you to submit yourself totally. I won’t rest until I know that you truly belong to me.”
When his gaze locked on hers again, every shred of the desire clawing at him reflected in his eyes. And determination. This was far more than sexual for him. He was playing for keeps.
Her heart turned over in his chest. An alternate thrill and panic rushed through her. What if she let her guard down and he broke her heart again?
What if he didn’t and ended up loving her for the rest of their lives?
His eyes hardened. “You’re starting to overanalyze this, Tara. Don’t.”
How could he know that, because he knew her so well?
“I’m giving you fair warning,” he whispered, lowering himself over her body. “Tune out those destructive worries and just feel.”
Logan captured her mouth with his in a kiss. The simple press of lips quickly turned devastating as his tongue prowled deep, exploring her mouth with a thoroughness that staggered her, leaving her in no doubt of his dominance. He left his stamp of possession on her swollen lips, letting her know that he would take any and every part of her as he wished. As she whimpered, he proved that she didn’t want him any other way.
Tara felt herself slipping deeper into a well of desire with every stroke of his tongue against hers. She tried to press her body to his, but the shackles held strong. Instead, she threw herself desperately into the kiss, giving him every bit of her hunger.
Suddenly, he wrenched away and stared down at her, his eyes nearly black as he backed onto his knees and caressed his way down her body, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.
Then Logan settled himself between her thighs, and she quivered. Her heart pounded furiously as he held her gaze while he slowly bent to her pussy.
He lapped at her swollen, slick folds and opened her wider with the spread of his thumbs. “This is mine,” he murmured. “It’s always been mine.”
Yes! The thought screamed through her brain, but she couldn’t gasp enough air to say it.
“I’m taking it back, Cherry. Right now.”
Nothing tentative about his statement or the torturous flicks of his tongue against her clit.
Heat spiraling, she bucked against the shackles. “Please, Logan.”
He ignored her plea and continued with his slow seduction of her flesh, circling her clit with a measured precision that drove her mad. He knew exactly where and how to touch her.
Again, she lifted up, tried to make him taste more of her, but Logan slid his arms beneath her thighs and wrapped them around her body, hands pressing down on her hips. With her thighs now over his shoulders and his face buried between them, she couldn’t move an inch.
“Tara, behave. You’ll get what you need when I get what I want.”
Again, he bent and resumed his slow devastation of her senses. And she could do nothing to stop him.
That knowledge sent an undeniable flare of heat bursting though her. He didn’t just arouse her body, but gave her something she craved on a deeper level, something she’d never felt or imagined before. A connection, a give-and-take that she desperately needed.