by Cynthia Sax
“Yes, you can.” He snaps the second nipple clamp in place.
Mother of God. I shake, struggling to adjust to the dual pain. I’m not thinking about gossip or spiteful half-siblings or my slutty reputation. There’s no room in my brain to worry about anything other than my aching nipples and pleasing my master.
“Look at how pretty my pet is.” Logan flicks the nipple clamps with his fingers, causing the diamonds to glitter and agony to skitter over my skin. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll craft a diamond chain to connect these.” He skims his hands from one breast to the other, showing me how he plans to drape me, the St. James slut, in precious gemstones. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, sir,” I admit, the pain dulling. To be covered in diamonds is a secret fantasy of mine. Everyone would see that I was valued, cared for.
Logan gazes at me, his open admiration like a drug, escalating my need. “I’m tempted to fuck these breasts.” He bends his head and mouths over my curves, his lips firm, his breath decadently hot. “If I wasn’t so determined to come in your sweet pussy, I’d straddle your chest, squeeze your softness around my hard cock and pump in and out of this valley.” He licks between my breasts, and I tremble. “I’d use you as my fuck toy, covering you with my cum, rubbing my scent into your skin, and you’d love it, begging me for more.”
I would love it. I arch my back, thrusting my breasts higher, silently asking for his touch. My billionaire sucks, licks, and retreats, sucks, licks, and retreats, bringing me to the brink of release and then yanking me back.
I don’t know how much time passes. After the third denial, I lose my sanity and fight against my makeshift restraints, trying to free my hands, yearning to rake my fingers through his thick black hair, pull his mouth to my breast, demand he give me satisfaction.
The piece of black silk holds. I’m forced to take the torment, helpless to stop the cycle of hot mouth followed by cool air, decadent pressure preceding aggravating nothingness, arousal trailed by frustration.
Logan swirls his tongue around first one nipple, and then the other, every jostle of the clamps reviving the sweet ache. One tug of his lips is all I need. Please let me come, I silently beg him.
The damn man pulls back and I growl, unable to remain silent.
He chuckles. “If you were an experienced submissive, I’d punish you for that sound, pet, but this is your first scene and you’ve been such a good girl.” He straightens, his fingers resting on the nipple clamps. “You deserve to come.” He releases them.
A wave of mind-ravishing agony sweeps over my breasts, converging on my nipples. I open my mouth to scream. Logan covers my lips with his, swallowing the sound, holding me as I convulse, pain and pleasure mixing into one, a confusing tornado of sensation.
He places his rough palms on my super sensitive tips and rubs, prolonging the hurt and the bliss. There’s no pulling away from him, from this torment. My legs shake and my body floats. I need his strength, his support, his tongue in my mouth, his hips pressed against mine.
My tremors ease and my rational thinking returns, my ecstasy flowing into embarrassment. My cheeks heat. Logan witnessed my shame, my weakness. I’m not the strong woman he thought I was. He saw me fall apart. An apology dangles on the tip of my tongue.
“You came from breast play.” Wonder lilts his voice. “You’re a delight.” He brushes my hair away from my face and presses his lips against my forehead.
I pleased him? I blink.
“We’ll explore that later.” Logan turns me toward the flat stone artwork. “Ass up, pet.” He pushes my shoulders downward. My aching breasts skim the cool marble slab and I twitch. “I have to feel you around me.”
He’ll fuck me now. I tense. Am I ready for this?
My master isn’t waiting for my permission. He bunches my skirt to my waist. The night breeze rushes along my legs, ass, bare pussy, banishing the last of my climax-induced haze. This is real. He’ll soon be inside me.
“Ahhh…” Logan pushes the fabric into my hands, silently requesting that I hold my skirt. “My pet isn’t wearing panties.” His tone communicates his approval of my daring fashion choice.
“I’m ready for you, sir,” I murmur into the stone.
“You are.” He nudges his shoes against mine and I widen my stance, all of me exposed to his gaze, his touch. “You’re dripping for me.” He skims his coarse fingertips over my newly shaven mons, my wet folds, my needy clit, and I quiver, his touch reviving my passion. “You’re soft and slick and mine.”
“Take me, sir.” I want him to fuck me now before I change my mind.
“Bad pet.” He slaps my ass and I jerk, surprised, shocked, aroused. “You do not top from the bottom.” Logan swats me again, a delicious heat spreading from the point of contact. “A pet doesn’t tell her master what to do.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“Trust me to know what you want.” Logan strokes me, fanning the flames of desire. “We’ll have a fast first fuck, burning off some of our need, allowing me to regain my control.” He’s working me into an erotic frenzy. “Then we’ll take our time. I’ll learn your body, test your limits.”
I make billionaire investor Logan Ross lose control. I smile against the stone. “Thank you, sir.”
A zipper rasps. A package rustles. I grip the fabric of my dress, preparing myself physically and mentally. I can do this. I can take this step.
Hard latex-covered flesh prods my pussy as he searches for my entrance. Tension stretches across my shoulders, doubts flooding my mind. Once he fucks me, I’ll have no defense against my half-siblings and the gossip. I can never claim to be innocent.
Not that anyone ever believed that claim. Everyone, including the man behind me, thinks I’m a slut, that I’ve done this numerous times with a variety of men.
Logan pushes his tip into my pussy and thoughts of other men disappear. He’s hard and huge and stretching my body to the point of pain. I press my lips together, smothering my protests, trying to be brave.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He grips my hips, pausing with his cock head inside me. “Is this what you want, Arianna?”
His use of my name reassures me. I’m not some interchangeable pet. Logan knows whose pussy he’s about to own.
“I want you to fuck me, sir.”
“Thank God.” He covers my mouth with his right hand, pulls back slightly and thrusts hard.
A surge of extreme pain jolts my body, this agony eclipsing my experience with the nipple clamps, and I bite down on his calloused skin. The world tilts, the ground shifting under my shoes. The metallic taste of blood fills my mouth.
It takes me a full minute to regain rational thought, to realize Logan isn’t moving, his semi-clothed form frozen over mine, his cock pulsing inside me.
“Is it done, sir?” My voice is small.
“No, it is not done.” Logan is furious. I hear this in his tone. “Use your safe word now, because if we continue, I won’t be gentle.”
I cringe. He expected a woman with experience and got me, a twenty-four-year-old virgin. Thank God I didn’t put this detail in my text message or he would have never agreed to touch me.
“Arianna.” He shakes me. “Say your safe word.”
“You don’t have to be gentle, sir.” I don’t want our one night to end, for him to walk away from me, to not finish our fuck, however excruciating this encounter is. “I can take the pain.”
Logan huffs in disbelief. I stiffen, worried he’ll leave me.
“I warned you, pet.” He slides his cock out of my pussy until only his tip is inside me. This relieves the pressure yet leaves an emptiness within me. “This will be rough.”
It won’t be as rough as hearing his goodbye, as watching him walk away from me, knowing he’ll never return. I clutch my skirt and clamp my lips together.
He drives his cock into my beleaguered pussy, and I silently scream, my form jerking under his. This is an embarrassingly dramatic reaction. The agony isn’t as intens
e this time, my body accommodating his.
There’s no pause after his thrust. He slides out, slams back into me, slides out, slams back into me, each movement forward rocking my body, pushing the air from my lungs. I’m strong and I take it, absorbing his anger without a sound, without any protest.
This doesn’t appease him. Logan continues to ride me hard, smacking his hips against my burning ass. The pain gradually fades, replaced by a growing pressure. Unable to remain still, I rock back into him, taking him deeper, harder.
“That’s it, pet,” he grunts, his rhythm punishing. “Fuck your master with your virgin pussy.” He wraps my hair around his right fist and draws my head back, pinpricks of delicious hurt zipping across my scalp. “Show me you want this.”
“I want this, sir.” I roll my hips, desperate to please him, to ease some of the guilt I hear in his words. Tears stream down my cheeks. A band of fierce emotion tightens around my chest, around my throbbing nipples.
“You’re mine.” Logan pounds into me again and again, owning my body with hard strokes of his cock. “This pussy belongs to me.” He drags his teeth against my neck and my inner walls constrict around his shaft. “Bad pet. You’ll make--”
A wave of desire rushes through me, unexpected and acute, and I clench around him.
“Ffff…” He bites my left shoulder, smothering his roar, and he drives forward, spanking my ass with his hips, flattening my curves against the stone. I writhe, captured between dominant man and hard rock, unable to free myself, while he pushes deeper, subduing me with arms and hips and teeth. his cock twitching inside me.
“My God.” Logan staggers backward, taking me with him. His knees buckle and he lands with a thump on the grass, my body cradled by his, my skirt spilling over his legs.
We sit, our chests heaving, our souls in sync, the two of us connected. I’ve never felt as close to anyone as I feel to Logan, and this scares me the shit out of me.
“This is one night,” I remind myself.
“This is one night of many.” Logan releases my restraints, untying the soft silk, and tenderly kisses the pinkened bands of skin around my wrists. The scene is over, I realize, part of me saddened by this ending.
“And tonight has only begun,” he adds.
“There’s more?” I thought he’d fuck me once and leave me, as my father did with my mom.
“There’s much more.” Logan continues his ministering, licking the bite mark on my shoulder, his tongue tantalizingly rough. “You haven’t sucked my cock. I haven’t eaten you out or fucked your tits or fitted you with your very first butt plug.”
“Oh.” I don’t know what else to say.
Moments pass. I think about sucking him off, wondering what he’ll taste like, if his natural musky scent translates into an earthy flavor, whether I’ll like it and happily swallow or if I’ll be one of the dreaded women who spits.
I hope I can swallow. My forehead furrows. I don’t want to disappoint him.
Again.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?” Logan asks, his tone harsh, angry.
“Why didn’t you tell me your sexual history?” I counter, feeling guilty. A lie of omission is still a lie. I should have told him, should have been forthcoming.
“I should have told you.” He surprises me by conceding. “I’ve always been dominant. I belong to a club, and, before I met you, I’d go there once a week, make use of the house slaves, the submissives,” he expands.
“You had other pets.” All I am is a casual fuck, another submissive to be used. This realization hurts me.
“They weren’t my pets.” He nuzzles against my neck. “They were outlets for my physical needs, and, after meeting you, they couldn’t even satisfy that. My visits to the club decreased until, a little over four months ago, they stopped.”
I frown at his black leather shoes. “You must have had sex since then. Men need sex.”
“No.” Logan exhales, blowing his warm breath over my skin. “Men need food, water, oxygen. Sex is a want and I don’t want to have sex with anyone other than you.”
He doesn’t want sex with anyone other than me. Having been treated as second best my entire life, I can’t wrap my brain around this concept. “What’s so special about me?”
He doesn’t answer.
Because there’s nothing special about me. I bow my head, my heart aching.
“When I first met you.” Logan finally breaks the gut-wrenching silence. “I offered to buy your shares, naming a very generous price. You looked at me as though I was crazy. It never occurred to you to sell, that anyone would ever give up ownership in his or her father’s company.”
I tilt my head, uncertain why he’s mentioning this now. “No one would give up that ownership.”
“Everyone would.” I hear the smile in his voice. “They might negotiate for more money, but they always sell their shares. Yet you, a natural submissive, refused to negotiate with me, a man you subconsciously recognized as your master.” Logan wraps his arms around my waist, drawing me snugly against him. “You are my match, my equal, and I knew I had to have you.”
“You’ve had me,” I say quietly.
“I want more than your luscious body, Arianna.” He kisses the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. “I want your loyalty and your trust.”
No one has ever valued my loyalty or my trust. I scrunch up my face, turning his revelation over in my mind, searching for a reason why he’d want more. “Is this a BDSM thing?”
“This is a Logan Ross thing.” He presses his cheek against mine. His features are undeniably masculine, his skin warm, a thin veneer of softness stretched over hard bone. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?” My determined man hasn’t forgotten his earlier question.
I’m tempted to give him a flippant answer, but he was honest with me. I have to be honest with him. “I didn’t think you’d be interested in a virgin.”
“I’m interested in you. Your sexual expertise isn’t a factor.” He tightens his hold on me. “Though I would have done a few things differently had I known.”
“Like what?” I don’t know what those things might be.
“I would have prepared your tight little pussy with my tongue, fingers, toys. Ensured you could take my cock with no pain. Our first fuck would have been enjoyable for both of us.”
“Oh, God.” My shoulders hunch. “You didn’t enjoy it?”
“I was referring to your lack of enjoyment.” He shifts me so he can see my face, his cock slipping from my pussy. “I came so hard, I saw stars.”
I pleased him. I hear this in his tone, view this in his eyes. Giddy with relief, I glance upward at the sky. “I see stars right now.”
Logan chuckles, the sound reaching deep inside me and coiling around my lonely heart. “Tomorrow, when we fuck, you’ll see stars again.”
He talks as though we have a tomorrow, a future together. I don’t know how a relationship between us is possible. My father hates Logan, barely tolerating his presence, and my position in the family is already precarious.
If my unbending parent finds out I fucked the enemy, that I acted like my mom, I’ll lose everything—my family, my job, my place in the world.
I can’t be foolish, can’t risk more than this one night with Logan.
Chapter Three
Logan dons his tuxedo jacket, his bowtie stuffed in his pants pockets. I stand, pulling up the bodice of my dress. The fabric brushes against my sensitive nipples and I shudder. “How long does the nipple clamp magic work?”
“It depends on the type of clamp, the length of time applied, the woman.” He zips the back of my dress, his heat and scent surrounding me. “You’re very responsive.” He skims his fingertips over my cheekbone, along my jaw, following the slender column of my neck, and I tremble, his rough hands leaving a trail of bliss on my skin.
“Am I?” I murmur, enthralled by his touch.
Logan turns me to face him, his eyes dark. “You are.” He smoot
hes my eyebrows with his thumbs, caring for me as no one has ever done. “I should have known you weren’t experienced.” His lips twist. “I arrogantly thought you were reacting to my touch.”
“I was. You’re the only man who has ever tempted me.” I drop my gaze to his pointed chin, gripped with a sudden shyness. “Everyone expects me to be like my mom and I was hellbent on proving them wrong, on being the good girl, worthy of the St. James name.”
“So you suppressed your desires.” Logan brushes a stray strand of hair away from my face. “Waited until you couldn’t wait any longer.”
“I waited until I met a man I could trust completely.” I lift my gaze to his. “A man worth risking everything for.”
His eyes flare with emotion. “What are you risking, Arianna?”
“My father would disown me.”
“Because he views me as his enemy.” My billionaire’s tone is dry.
“He does hate you.” I shrug, uncomfortable with this discussion. “He’ll see our relationship as a betrayal, but he’s also told me, if he ever received proof that I had sex with anyone, he’d cut me off.”
I was fifteen when he laid down that ultimatum. Cindra had tattled on me, telling my father that a boy at school had kissed me. My father said no daughter of his would ever become a slut like my mom, threatening to toss me out on the street.
Logan frowns. “He couldn’t have been serious.”
“My father doesn’t make jokes.” And my half-siblings would insist he kept his word. “No one can know about tonight.”
“No one will know about tonight.” My billionaire clasps my right hand, raises my fingers to his lips. “Or our future nights.” He kisses my fingertips one by one, index finger to pinkie. “I’ll be careful with you, keep you safe.”
I want to believe him, to believe we might have a tomorrow. “You’re assuming there will be future nights.”
“We will have more nights together.” He links our fingers. “That’s a certainty.” He guides me through the dimly lit gardens, his stride shortened to match mine. “The only question is when.”