An Invitation: Alayna's Training

by Jennifer Cole

  “So this is what it takes to get you to come to me,” she said through gritted teeth. “Your friend setting you up.”

  It didn't matter that she wanted him and that she was willing to submit to him even though he'd made the first two weeks of her training less than fulfilling. Logan Abram needed to know she was hurt by his antics. She resented the fact that trickery was what it took to bring him to this room, to her.

  When Logan burst into playroom nine and crossed the threshold, he froze. He blinked several times, expecting the vision before him to vanish into thin air before he'd looked his fill.

  Moments earlier when Keegan had advised him that Dane was training Alayna in this room, Logan had been blinded with rage. He hadn't been able to climb the stairs fast enough in an effort to intercept before Dane put his hands on Logan's woman. Clearly he'd been tricked. He had not been expecting this.

  He knew he should turn around and leave immediately. But seeing Alayna spread out before him, bound for his pleasure, overrode his logic. He stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him with a soft click. He wondered if Alayna could feel his eyes caressing her flesh as he took in every delectable inch of her naked body.

  The Dom in him wanted to punish her for making him feel again. For making him want her so damn bad. Need her. To teach her a lesson for taunting him for months. For challenging his authority as a Dom.

  “So this is what it takes to get you to come to me,” she growled through gritted teeth. “Your friend setting you up.”

  Several moments passed between them after her question.

  “It's complicated,” he finally answered in a gruff tone and immediately wished he'd softened his voice.

  “I'm sorry.” The hurt in her voice and the turning of her head away from him tore at his gut. She continued, quieter than before. “I know I haven't been given your permission to speak.”

  Pain ripped through his chest at the thought of her never being his. He could never take her as his, because he could never keep her safe. The man in him wanted to scoop her up in his arms and make tender, passionate love to her, to show her he could be gentle and caring.

  “You don't need my permission, Alayna,” he said. “You're not mine.”

  “Yes, I am,” she said lifting her head again. “I know it, and now you need to know it.”

  The footfalls of his sneakers were soft as he walked across the hardwood floor, never taking his eyes off her. Surprisingly she appeared to be calm, very much in control. The even rise and fall of her chest confirmed it. He wondered how she remained so composed. It was the complete opposite to how he felt. Logan's body was tight, trembling, and he felt sweat popping out from his pores. His own breath was harsh and uneven.

  If he was smart, he'd turn and leave the room and put substantial distance between him and the woman who'd been tormenting his dreams despite the fact he'd slept beside her every night for days. During those nights, he'd done nothing more than inhale her sweet scent, stroke her beautiful dark hair, and listen to the sexy, soft sounds she uttered in her sleep.

  Her head turned to follow him.

  “I sense your every movement,” she whispered. “You don't have to make a sound. I can smell you and feel you without even seeing you.”

  The soft rub of his jeans as he walked seemed to echo in the room around them. The rasp of his own breath surprised him. She was tuned into her senses. This told Logan she wasn't opposed to sensory deprivation, and that heightened his arousal even more. Would she shiver at the light stroke of a feather? Would she utter a throaty feminine groan as he slid a vibrator inside her body? She had the most beautiful, full breasts; he wanted them decorated with his jeweled nipple clamps. Would she squirm as the metal tines squeezed the tight, sensitive peaks?

  “I ache, Master.”

  Her voice sent a sensual quake rolling through his body that made Logan stop, inhale, and close his eyes. A moment passed before he opened them again. His resolve began to crumble as the urge to touch her, to take her, overwhelmed him.

  “I don't deserve that,” he said.

  “What?” she asked. The cocking of her head signaled her confusion.

  “You calling me master, Alayna,” he replied, hoping she didn't detect the desperation in his voice.

  He wanted her submission with every fiber of his being. But he didn't deserve it.

  “Submission is mine to give, Master,” she said with a touch of defiance. “Not yours to take.”

  No one knew the rules of play better than he. He'd been practicing for almost twenty years.

  “I'm not worthy of your gift,” he announced.

  Her head lifted off the headrest of the bench. Logan suspected if he pulled the blindfold off, her eyes would be ablaze.

  “I know you are,” she growled back.

  Unable to fight the need to touch her any longer, he reached out. Over her knee, he feathered a light touch. The softness of her skin made his breath catch. Her sharp intake of breath sent his heart racing. He cursed his weakness. His finger traveled along the inside of her thigh, stopping short of making contact with her pussy. Heat burned from the point of contact up the length of his arm. He wondered if Alayna felt it as well.

  His eyes settled between her legs. Wet desire glistened on her plump outer lips. The folds of her inner lips were swollen and a teasing shade of pink. The urge to dip his head and slide his tongue inside to feel her inner muscles grip him was strong. But before his will failed and he gave in to the temptation completely, Logan trailed his finger back down her leg.

  He allowed a smile to play on his lips as goose bumps began to dance along her flesh. Her tight, puckered nipples had yet to recede from when he'd first entered the room. Their usual light coral color had darkened with arousal. The way she responded to his soft caress made his chest swell with pride and his cock ache with need.

  A frown turned down her lips when he withdrew his touch. Logan reached up to cup her chin. Alayna turned her head, pressing against his palm. The pad of his thumb brushed across her lips. When they parted, he slipped the digit inside. Her lips closed around him, and she applied gentle suction. A moan tore from his throat. As her tongue flicked around his thumb, he imagined his cock sliding past her lips and her tongue creating that same magic on the head of his shaft. Another frown marred her features when he pulled his thumb free of her mouth.

  “I don't think you realize the seriousness of the game you're playing.” To emphasize his point, Logan delivered a well-placed swat against the side of her left breast.

  Alayna gasped, and her body stiffened. Just as fast, she relaxed and blew out a shaky breath. “Thank you, Master.”

  The Dom in him let out a roar of triumph. He wanted to restrain her to a cross where he could mark her properly. He craved to witness how the kiss of his whip would welt her delicate white skin, knowing it was his punishment and care she cried out for.

  “I know what I want,” she said.

  “What is it you want?” Logan held his breath as he dragged the backs of his fingers over the distended tip of her right breast. The puckered bud grew harder from his caress.

  She turned her head in his direction. “I want you,” she said with conviction. “I need you. You are the reason I came to the mansion.”

  At her words, Logan's heart momentarily ceased to beat. She'd come here for him? Everything he'd fought so hard to keep buried surfaced and left his body at the same time, as if the horrific memories couldn't flee fast enough, trampling one another on their way to freedom.

  An immense weight lifted from his chest. Yet this wasn't how it was supposed to be. There was so much on the line. At one time Logan had considered the personal cost, his personal cost, too high if he relented to his needs. But now, in this moment, he realized he was willing to pay any price. All that mattered was the here and now. Her body demanded action. How could he deny her? In this moment, he knew he couldn't fight it any longer.

  If it was the last thing he ever did, Logan had to give A
layna what she asked for. Despite the continuous fight he had with himself to maintain distance—though not as valiantly as he should have—she'd placed him in the role of Dominant. Her Dom. Though he didn't merit the accolade, he couldn't help himself. Alayna deserved so much more than what he was, but as her chosen Dom, he would see to her sexual fulfillment.

  From the cabinet along the wall, he selected a condom from the drawer where contraceptives were kept. Then he approached the bench where she lay strapped down. Unzipping his jeans, he reached inside the opening to release his straining cock. He pushed aside his silk boxers, freed his throbbing shaft, and sheathed it in latex before crawling atop the table, still clothed, and settling between her thighs.

  “You don't know what you're asking of me.” As he spoke, his cock slipped between the wet folds of her sex; the heat of her cream coated him, singeing his hard flesh through the thin layer of rubber covering him.

  Logan was that much closer to nirvana.

  Only then did her lower lip quiver. Her once-steady breathing became uneven as she struggled to draw air. The bob of her throat as she swallowed was nearly his undoing. For months he'd only dreamed of this moment. With a painful ache he'd never before experienced, he needed to bury himself inside her, desired to take her hard and fast to alleviate his suffering.

  “This has all been for you, Master. So I could get close to you. I've only wanted you to notice me.”

  Bringing a hand up, he pulled away the blindfold that shielded her eyes and dropped it to the floor. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust from the darkness. He ran his fingers through her honey curls and then clutched a fistful, relishing the silkiness of the coils in his hand. The brilliance of her blue eyes sparkled as she held his gaze. Her full lips parted, and wisps of her sweet breath caressed his heated flesh. He knew at that moment the man she looked at was on the verge of losing it. He felt his own tight expression, recognized the fierce gleam of a predator reflecting back at him from the shimmering pools blinking up at him. Still she continued to hold his gaze.

  “I noticed everything about you,” he confessed, pushing the tip of himself inside of her. Her chest heaved beneath him, pressing those beautiful tits against him. Logan levered himself off her chest to cup her right breast. Between his fingers, he pinched and rolled the bud. “Everything. Always. The luscious curves of your body. The innocence and vulnerability in your eyes. Your determination and confidence. Everything,” he repeated in a whisper. “You are a lethal drug to me, Alayna. Over the months and especially these past two weeks, you have put my control to the ultimate test.”

  Still holding her lust-laden gaze, Logan dipped his head and closed his lips around her left nipple. With urgency he drew on her flesh. The taste of her on his tongue was like nothing he'd ever sampled before. Her feminine mewls were music to his ears. He suckled harder until she writhed beneath him. When he released her nipple, he savored her struggle to draw breath.

  “You make me feel things I buried a long time ago. I swore I'd never allow myself to feel them again. It's for your own good to stay away from me, but damn it… I can't keep my distance any longer. Now that I've touched the softness of your skin, I can't deny it anymore. Right now I feel the warm snugness of your body, ready to welcome me inside, and I'm about to explode. I don't think you understand exactly what it is to be submissive to me. I will push you, dominate you; it's in my nature. I will expect complete control. Though I've tried to stay away, I can't continue fighting it.”

  “I've not come into this completely blind,” she said. “I've been doing my homework. I have a pretty good idea of what I'm in for, Master.”

  “Logan,” he said in a strangled voice. “Say it. Say my name.”

  “Logan,” she repeated in a low, sultry tone.

  “I'm going to take you. Every hole you possess. Mark you,” he growled and brushed his lips along hers. “Every inch of you will be mine.”

  “Yours,” she said simply. “Everything I am is yours. If all I'm going to have of you is today, right now, then I want everything you are, Logan. Please.”

  “You don't understand what I'm saying. This isn't just for today. Not just about right this fucking minute. And this is not something to be taken lightly. I'm like an alpha wolf in the wild: I mate for life. When I mark you, you will belong to me, Alayna, and only to me.”

  “Yes,” she whimpered. “Make me yours, Logan.”

  With a thrust of his hips, he slid completely inside her. Fighting the urge to close his eyes and howl in triumph, he held her gaze and reveled in her cunt as it pulsed and adjusted around him. Her full lips parted in a silent gasp, and her eyes grew wide.

  “Jesus,” he groaned, not bothering to maintain control of his wavering voice.

  For months he'd ached for this moment. The past several nights of sleeping beside her, inhaling her scent, touching her flesh, had been torture.

  “There will be no one else.” His voice was hoarse with need.

  Her body gripped his cock, milking him, pulling him deeper. Her blue-green eyes flickered as he thrust slowly, then quickened his pace. He alternated between smooth, shallow strokes and rough, demanding pumps. Her sobs of pleasure were music to his ears.

  “No one else, Logan, only you.”

  “For either of us, Alayna.” He stopped the pounding of his hips and kissed her deeply. “There will be no one else for me. You are all I need.”

  Beneath him, she arched as much as she could under his weight and against the straps holding her to the bench, pressing herself against him. Withdrawing from her addictive taste, he pulled his hips back slowly and hesitated a moment before plunging back inside of her.

  “You deserve better than this,” he croaked.

  “I'm with you,” she gasped between thrusts. “Oh God… Right there… Yes! Yes! That's all that matters.”

  A moment later Alayna froze beneath him. “My belly feels funny.” She gasped.

  Logan stropped thrusting. Her brow was furrowed. “Baby, what's wrong?”

  “My lower belly is contracting. Feels odd. And my nipples…”

  Together they looked at her breasts. Her nipples were erect, swollen little buds. They were angry red in color and looked painful. He'd been so focused on sliding himself inside her, he'd neglected to pay her luscious body proper homage. He'd make up for it later.

  Then he felt her pulse around his shaft.

  “You're going to come,” he said.

  “That's what it's supposed to feel like?”

  Logan chuckled. “You're just getting started, baby,” he said and then pressed into her again. “It's going to get a hell of a lot better.”

  Dipping his head, he captured the puckered tip of her left breast between his teeth and bit down. Alayna's hips thrust up to meet his, and she arched her back as much as she was able. A sexy, throaty moan erupted from her throat.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped. Her body stiffened.

  With a pop, Logan released her nipple and studied her face. Wide-eyed, she met his gaze, her mouth gaped open in a perfect O. Perspiration peppered her flushed skin.

  With sharp convulsions, the snug muscles in her pussy tightened. Pulsing and gripping at his flesh, her cunt demanded even more of him. Beneath his weight, her body trembled and shook. Her wide blue eyes held his the entire time. Drawing out her pleasure, Logan slowed his momentum, ensuring each measured stroke hit her sweet spot.

  In those glittering depths, Logan saw the heat of desire, excitement, and something that alarmed him—uncertainty. Recalling what he'd come across in her file, Logan realized they were sharing a first. Alayna had never climaxed with a man's cock buried deep inside her.

  It was all too much. Logan's body joined hers in release. The clenching of her snug hole kept him rooted inside her. The fluttering of her vaginal walls milked his cock to a near painful degree. If possible, Alayna's eyes grew even wider as his member discharged with what seemed like an atomic force. For the first time in his life, Logan saw stars. Her bod
y continued to pull on his, but the waves began to weaken. He couldn't have moved even if his life depended on it.

  “Am I dead?” she asked in a whisper.

  Logan shook his head and dropped his mouth to hers. Despite the spine-tingling orgasm he'd just experienced, his kiss was demanding, almost bruising as he sucked out what little oxygen she still held in her lungs.

  She gasped for air when he pulled away. “I think I'm dead. I can't feel my toes. Or my fingertips. In fact, my whole body is numb.” A sexy smile curled her full, swollen lips. “I think I like it,” she purred in a smoky voice.

  When it should have been spent, Logan's dick sprang back to life with newfound enthusiasm. When he attempted to withdraw a fraction of an inch from her, her cunt spasmed, holding him inside.

  “That's a very dirty trick, baby,” he growled, peeling his shirt from his body and tossing it aside.

  “What?” she asked, confusion evident in her tone.

  Logan chuckled. “Tightening those sweet pussy muscles around my dick.”

  Alayna moaned with pleasure as Logan's cock jerked inside her.

  “I didn't—” She began only to stop short from the unconvinced look on Logan's face.

  “Save it, wench,” he said and dipped his head to snag her right nipple between his lips.

  She was powerless to stave off the climb toward another orgasm he elicited using shallow, swift strokes. Her body coiled tight like a spring as he began to stroke deeper and faster. Her muscles gripped and pulsed around him until her vision blurred as the burn inside her ignited. The flames of climax licked from within. It took Alayna moments to realize the savage sounds of completion were coming from her.

  This time as she lay trembling on the bench, reveling in the aftershocks of another orgasm, Logan pulled himself free of her body.