Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
He unhooks the paddle, never taking his eyes from me as he approaches. Without even looking, he rips a strip of silk free that was tied to the bedpost.
“On your stomach, now,” he commands.
I obey without question this time. The power of his voice and the intensity in his eyes alone allow for no resistance.
He sets the paddle down long enough to tie my hands to a hidden eye hook attached to the bed frame behind me. He grabs another piece of silk and ties my ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed until I’m held tightly in place, arms above my head and legs spread.
Trust.
It occurs to me how much trust I’m placing in this man I barely know. I’m completely at his mercy, and I’ve never been more sexually alive than I am in this exact moment. Goosebumps rise across my body, as if in preparation for the blow to come.
“This is for making me come find you,” he says.
Whack!
I jolt against the silk holding me to the bed. Hot pain spreads in my ass, but he’s there a second later, calloused hand rubbing the spot, mingling pleasure with pain in a way that ha my pussy clenching around nothing. I don’t want to disappoint him, but I also find myself hoping for more reasons to be punished by him.
“This is for forgetting to call me sir.”
Whack!
I squeeze my eyes against the pain, relishing in it. The momentary burst of agony dulls thoughts of my lying father and my desperate mother. It makes it all seem distant and less real.
More of his soothing touch follows, intensifying the burn but erasing the sting.
“This is for fantasizing about other men. You only get wet for me, Kitten. You only cum for me. You’re mine.”
Whack!
I cry out, the line between pleasure and pain blurring, but I don’t care. The pain is washing over me like a drug and I can’t get enough. Some distant part of me recognizes the dirtiness of the moment, but I ignore it. I won’t let anything come between me and this experience. I’ve waited so long for this, not even understanding what I was waiting for. I brush aside all of my worry and let Logan’s dominance carry me away.
“You did good, Kitten. Very good.”
His praise makes my heart pound and my breath come short. I turn to look at him and there’s tenderness in him now. He takes off the mask and looks at me with more compassion than I would have thought possible from those hard eyes. “Are you on birth control?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say, gripping my fingers tight around the silk bindings, knowing what’s coming.
He nods, unbuttoning his shirt and stripping out of his jacket. His body is solid. That’s the only word for it. Hard lines and thick, smooth muscle covers every bit of him. If my hands weren’t bound, they would be all over him. He drops his slacks and his cock springs free, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Seeing how turned on he is makes me strangely proud, like I’ve done a good job for him. The feeling surprises me, because I’m doing this for myself. I’ve always been haunted by my failings in past relationships, and finding a way to overcome that means more to me than anything else.
Or at least I thought it did.
The head of his cock presses against my entrance. I suck in a breath, fighting the urge to press myself into him and force him into me. He eases in, slowly. I expected him to take me roughly. But the slow, almost tender way he enters me keeps my climax at bay, just barely. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He doesn’t want me to climax until he decides, and he’s not going to give me the hard pounding I need.
The orgasm threatening to explode within me makes everything I’ve ever felt before feel like the trickle of a small stream. My walls stretch as he eases himself deeper and deeper inside me.
“You’re so fucking wet for me. You wanted my big cock inside you, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Sir,” he growls, slapping a hand across my ass and making me jump.
The show of dominance nearly pushes me over the edge, but he slows his pace as if he knows exactly how close I am and still wants to draw it out. “Yes,” I gasp. “I wanted your fat cock inside me ever since I first saw you.”
His pace increases. His strong hands grip my hips, steadying me as I try to push myself into him, forcing him deeper. He’s breathing faster, harder, panting with each thrust now.
“Cum for me, Kitten,” he says through clenched teeth.
My core grips his cock as my body spasms with release. The orgasm rips through me like something feral, shredding my inhibitions. I moan loudly, gasping his name as he still ruts into me. He presses hard into me and groans, cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum fill me deep inside.