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.
Her moans turned more desperate with each heartbeat, the promise of sweet release looming closer. Her skin tingled, the sensation magnified as the air conditioner worked overtime, blowing cold air across her body.
Her hands fisted, and she clawed at her restraints. She gulped in huge breaths, tensed against the bombarding sensations as Logan’s tongue lashed her clit again and again. Jolts assailed her with every clever lap. She couldn’t breathe or think. A frantic scream scratched its way up to her throat and broke free as sparks erupted all through her body.
“Logan, I’m coming!” she cried out in the dark bedroom, breathless and throaty as her fingertips tingled, her blood turned heavy, and pleasure overtook her.
Climax held her in a ruthless grip. And Tara could do nothing but take it, succumb to its dark power. He moaned against her sosensitive flesh, sending her higher and higher. She hadn’t known a climax could be seemingly endless, but the merciless pleasure wracked her body as pulse after pulse rolled over her.
And still, he kept eating at her like a starving man.
“Oh! Logan. I can’t stop.” Her protest sounded breathy. “It’s—oh . . . too much.”
Logan ignored her and swirled his tongue around her throbbing nub in a long, unhurried stroke. “I’m not finished, baby. Come for me again.”
“But—”
He lapped at her pussy again and again, silencing her. The heat of his mouth spread more fire across her flesh. Then he pressed his fingers deep, deep inside her until the tingling promise of another orgasm shimmered through her.
Tara arched, frenzied. She hadn’t believed another orgasm was possible. Now, it was imminent. “Logan! Oh my . . . God. It’s too big. I can’t . . .”
She thrashed against the bonds, her shaking muscles pressing against his wide shoulders. He didn’t budge.
“You can. You’ll come for me.”
Edict given, Logan lowered his head and resumed torturing her with destructive flicks of his tongue and erotic presses of his fingers.
No matter how much she bucked or pleaded, he showed no mercy. Logan razed her with the inferno he built inside her, and she cried out over and over as he sucked her clit into his mouth continuously and moaned over her swollen bundle of nerves.
Shocked at the white-hot pleasure tearing through her, Tara tried in vain to pull on her bonds. But the electricity settled between her legs, sharpening the sensation in her nipples. Her empty pussy clenched in protest as the overload of need became too strong to endure.
Shifting helplessly beneath him, Tara screamed his name until she went hoarse. With that ruthless mouth, he continued to streak fire through her cunt, lapping at her, stealing her juices for himself, then humming in approval when her body gave him more.
Conscious thought slipped away until all she knew was Logan and the seething pleasure he forced on her. Each possessive swipe of his tongue stole more of her sanity until every muscle in her body seized up.
“Come!” he demanded.
No way she could hold her climax back. It swept over her, searing her. She screamed as her entire body succumbed to the brutal wave of pleasure that battered her.
His mouth turned gentle, his licks slow as she emerged from the pleasure high. Finally, he pulled away. With an exhausted sigh, she gave herself over to him completely.
The second she did, he lifted his head to watch her with feral blue eyes. “There’s my sweet surrender. Now you’re ready for me to fuck you.”
Tara couldn’t look away as he unfastened the shackles at her wrists and ankles. Exhausted, she let Logan move her like a rag doll onto her hands and knees.
“Grab on to the headboard until I tell you otherwise.”
With a shaking sigh and a trembling body, she complied.
Positioning himself behind her, Logan grabbed her hips, aligned their bodies, and began pushing his cock inside her. She was so swollen, he had to shove his way in slowly, and she felt every inch he scraped down her pussy.
“Cherry . . .” He moaned as though pleasure agonized him while he pushed in deeper. “So tight.”
Besieged by tingles that reawakened her flesh, she inhaled sharply and pushed back on him, taking him deeper.
“Be still.” His voice shook, as if he was on the edge of his control.
Tara tried, but she couldn’t stop arching, moaning, clamping down as he worked inside. Logan growled, then tightened his hands on her hips, forging in the rest of the way with one quick thrust.
Eyes going wide, she gasped. Oh God. Burned by every ridge and vein of Logan’s cock, she mewled. Her broken cries seemed to drive him mad, because he nuzzled her neck and silently dismantled her sanity one frenzied thrust after another.
“I need to fuck you, Cherry. I’ve never needed a woman the way I need to possess you.”
His words reached into her chest and squeezed. Tara felt not just desired, but cherished.
Logan wrapped his arm around her and latched on to her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and finger ruthlessly. “Take all of me, Cherry. Everything I give you.”
He didn’t just mean his cock, but all facets of him: his wry humor, his dominance, his caring nature.
His heart.
It was her last thought before he sank his teeth into her neck, pinched her clit, and set a wild pace that sent her soaring headlong into crushing pleasure again. He followed her down into the abyss of ecstasy that had her crying out as he flooded her with his hot release.
She’d definitely have to remember to take her birth-control pill tonight. But unbidden, the image of Logan as her husband, caressing her swollen belly as they awaited their child flashed through her mind. A fierce, destructive longing gripped her.
Tara closed her eyes as Logan lowered her to the mattress, then rolled them to their sides, so that he spooned her against his damp, heaving chest.
“I love you, Cherry. Having you here means the world to me.”
She could hear that in his voice. Being here for him suddenly meant the world to her. Her head was filled with images of picket fences and cribs. Damn, was she falling for him . . . again?
Chapter Thirteen
AFTER barely sleeping all night, Tara awoke from her catnap and stretched, every muscle in her body feeling deliciously sore and used. When a girl felt this good, sleep was definitely overrated.