Ties That Bind: Club Risqué Book Three

by Flynn, Poppy

  "Would you want to tie me up, tonight?" she asked the first thing that came to mind.

  Logan caught her face in both hands, still smiling that smile, which transformed his features from handsome to simply stunning.

  "Well, I didn't exactly come prepared for anything like that," he admitted. "But, actually, I thought we'd take some time to build up to the kind of Shibari that truly appeals to me."

  He threaded his long fingers into her hair and pulled gently, just enough to ease her head slightly to one side so that he was positioned to easily lean in and suck on her bottom lip.

  "I'd like to explore with you, before we get on to that. Find out exactly what turns you on, what has you panting and pleading and begging for more," he murmured, nuzzling her nose with his own, before his lips meandered across the hollow beneath her cheekbone, found the sensitive spot behind her ear and proceeded to suckle on it, making her shiver with pleasure.

  Just his words were turning her on right now. He wanted to find out what she liked? Wow, that was a novel thought. She wasn't even sure she could tell him the answer to that if he were to ask. Certainly, it had never been a priority in any of her few previous encounters, so it would be a voyage of discovery for both of them. The idea that someone was interested in learning what she might like in bed was a turn on all of its own, and the very thought of those sculpted hands and full lips roaming across her body to discover all her secret places had her quivering with anticipation.

  "That sounds completely awesome," she whispered huskily. "I think we should go and start on it, right now."

  Logan's reply was to sink his teeth into the flesh where her neck joined her shoulder, drawing an unexpected groan from Luanna's throat.

  Then he drew back, palmed her cheek and looked her in the eye. "Are you sure?" he asked, earnestly, even though she could hear his own breathing was almost as ragged as her own.

  "I don't deal in ambivalence or procrastination," Luanna affirmed. "I either do something, or I don't. Life is too short for regrets; like I said before, if things don't work out, then I just learn from the experience and move on. I learned a long time ago that fretting about things you can't change simply leads to a boatload of senseless stress. It's far more productive to understand what went wrong so you can avoid the same mistakes than to get bent out of shape over something you can't alter."

  Her words struck a chord deep in Logan's psyche. He'd watched several friends let their lives become hobbled by placing too much emphasis on the events of their past, so he knew how limiting or destructive that could be. Luanna truly was remarkable.

  "Well then, let's go to bed." He smiled, stepping back and taking her hand so that she could lead the way.

  Despite her bold words, Luanna's insides quaked. What she had said was true, and it was a resolve that had been hard won. But what was happening right now was still somewhat out of character. So much so that she couldn't help feeling like she lacked a certain point of reference.

  Moving down the short corridor from her open plan kitchen-living area, Luanna opened the door opposite the bathroom and led Logan into her bedroom. Like the rest of her apartment, the room was modest, but Luanna had made the best of it with some innovative storage options to avoid the space seeming cluttered. One of those space-saving innovations was the non-standard four-foot-wide bed. It gave the illusion of being a double bed but it wasn't as wide. Luanna had never shared it with a man before, and right now, she was wondering just how snug a fit it might be.

  After staring at it for a moment, Luanna shrugged. She certainly couldn't change it, so Logan would have to accept things being a bit cosy. She smiled at the thought. Actually, it sounded incredibly inviting, the idea of having their limbs tangled together or of Logan being wrapped intimately around her.

  Logan stopped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into the cradle of his body while he nuzzled at her neck. Yeah, she could definitely enjoy being snuggled up close with him.

  Turning in his arms, Luanna gave in to the urge to run her hands across the defined musculature of his shoulders and chest. His was a lean but, by no means, skinny frame. Obviously athletic, given his definition, but certainly not muscle bound. She wasn't keen on over developed men, but still, she enjoyed the feel of Logan's six-pack abs underneath her questing fingers and revelled in feeling them jump under her unsophisticated touch. She enjoyed knowing that she could affect this man who seemed so very much more sophisticated and knowledgeable than she was.

  The opportunity to explore a man's body like this was a novelty, too. Not something that she'd had the chance to do before now. Michael had been more of a 'wham, bam, thank you, ma'am' type, in the bedroom. Maybe that had been the whole problem.

  Luanna traced her finger down the narrowing width of hair that ran from his chest into the waistband of his jeans and smiled when he sucked in a breath. She played with the top button until it popped open, but before she could reach for the next, Logan captured her hand, bringing it up to his lips to place a kiss in the centre of her palm, before he took her other hand and raised them both in the air.

  "I think you need to play catch-up," he murmured, grasping the hem of her vest top and whisking it over her head.

  A second later, she was startled by the low—was that a growl—that rumbled in his throat. The appreciative sound had goose bumps erupting across her bare skin and her pale coral coloured nipples peaked in response.

  The growl morphed into a hum of pleasure as Logan cupped her heavy breasts in his palms, lifted them as if were testing their weight, then rubbed his thumbs across each of the straining peaks.

  The breath left Luanna's lungs in a rush, and she threw her head back, revelling in the pleasure of his touch.

  Damn, she was responsive. And her breasts were spectacular—plump and heavy with large coral tipped nipples. It was no secret that Logan was a boob man. When it came to Shibari, bigger was most definitely better, but, rope work aside, he loved nothing better than a generous pair that over spilled his large hands that he could fondle and suckle and bury his head between. Luanna's were nothing short of perfect, and his mouth watered at the very thought of getting to play with them.

  Walking her backwards towards the bed, Logan paused for only a moment when her knees hit the edge before he pushed her backward and followed her down.

  Instantly, he devoured her, sucking one fat nipple into his mouth and pulling on it repeatedly while his hand found the other, squeezing the ample globe and plucking at its peak.

  Luanna bit out a fractured groan and clasped his head to her breast, burying her fingers into his hair and sinking her nails into his scalp. The tiny pinpricks sent heat skittering down his spine, and Logan grazed his teeth over the straining bud in his mouth, biting down gently in retaliation.

  Luanna cried out and arched off the bed, her fingers flexing and fisting against his head. Her artless abandon hardened him even more, if that was at all possible, and he couldn't help but grind his aching flesh against her supple thigh.

  With a final suckle, Logan let the teat pull out of his mouth with a pop and dived for the other one, lavishing it with the same treatment as the first, until Luanna was writhing and moaning beneath him, wrapping her long legs around his hips as she, too, rubbed and undulated, trying to ease the ache that he wrought within her.

  "Please, Logan," she begged on a sob, overcome with the tsunami of foreign sensations that she barely had time to assimilate before a new torrent washed through her.

  "I need…oh, God, I don't know what I need! Logan?"

  Logan eased up, realising that he was moving too fast for her. It was an illogical contradiction—she was in her thirties and she was a mother, but when it came to sex, Luanna was an innocent. Burying his face in the soft flesh of her cleavage, he gave her a chance to regain her equilibrium, taking a moment to calm his own enthusiasm. He was used to women who operated at his own speed and he didn't want to frighten her. Didn't want to risk spoiling everything for
her in his own greed to touch and possess every inch of her delectable body.

  Raising his head, Logan captured her face and peppered kisses all over her until she giggled and blew out a steadying breath.

  "Too fast for you, huh?" He laughed wryly in an attempt to lighten the heavy weight of passion that had enveloped them.

  "God, you must think I'm such a novice!" she huffed, hiding her face in his neck.

  "I think you're amazing," Logan corrected, tipping her head back so he could look her in the eye, so that she could see his sincerity for herself and know that he meant every word he said. "I think you have the most stunning body that you make me forget myself. I'm the one who should know better, but you've got me dangling by the scantest thread of control, woman."

  "That's just how I feel," Luanna admitted. "Out of control. It's kinda scary!"

  "I'm sorry."

  "Oh please, don't be sorry!" Luanna exclaimed. "This is already one of the best experiences of my life…but my body…the feelings and the aching. I don't know what to do or how to deal with it."

  Logan pressed a gentle kiss to her full lips, trying not to imagine how fantastic they would look and feel wrapped and straining around his thick cock.

  "You don't need to do anything, sweetheart," he reassured, stroking her hair away from her face. "Just go with it and leave the rest to me. Let the feelings take you. Don't fight it, and don't fret. I'll do all the work."

  Luanna gave an unladylike snort. "What, lie back and think of England?" she scoffed.

  Logan chuckled. "I can guarantee that you definitely will not be thinking of England or anywhere else, for that matter!"

  With that, he levered himself off the bed and undid the remainder of the buttons on his fly, easing his jeans down his legs and taking his boxers with them.

  Thoughts of pretty much anything fled Luanna's mind as her gaze landed on his straining shaft. Not that she had a great deal to compare it to, but Luanna was pretty sure that he was most certainly over developed in that department! Not in length, but…

  "Wow," she whispered as he leaned over and grabbed the ankles of her pyjama trousers, pulling the ends so that they slithered down her legs.

  "You're really…wide!"

  Luanna gave her forehead a mental palm slap. Jeez, did she really just say that? Logan seemed to have reduced her mental capacity to that of a babbling child. Where on earth had her calm, mature persona escaped to?

  Oh, yeah, he had obliterated it with his skilful hands and mouth, and blocked any sensible thought processes with that gorgeous body.

  Luanna's heated gaze took in the rest of his frame, which, until now, had been hidden from sight. His legs were leanly muscled, like his torso, and he had a butt to die for, taut and well shaped. She had the overwhelming urge to sink her teeth into his cheeks. The thought shocked her, even while her fingers itched to sneak a squeeze.

  Then his eyes were on her again, lion-like and all-knowing, and Luanna felt her face heat as surely as if she had said the words out loud.

  Logan stood at the foot of the bed and pulled Luanna down closer to the edge. She lay there in her tiny lace panties but she still felt exposed as that glinting amber gaze seemed to devour her body. The heat in his eyes made her feel special and feminine and adored. That was as much of a foreign sensation as those he had stirred inside her physically.

  Logan lifted her leg then surprised her when, instead of spreading her out for his enjoyment, he pressed a kiss to the delicate arch of her foot, following it with a little nibble. Grazing kisses and with the stroke of his tongue, he moved to her ankle and nibbled at the sensitive area beneath her ankle bone before turning his attention to her calf and the back of her knee, his fingers constantly stroking and massaging in the wake of his mouth. When he reached the stretch of skin just above her knee, just as her breath started to fracture and anticipation began a slow boil as his head drew closer to her throbbing apex, he withdrew. It was all she could do not to cry out in frustration as he gently lay her leg back down and started on the other one, slowly following the same path as before.

  This time, as he approached the top of her thigh, Luanna thought she might just explode if he didn't defuse some of the pressure that seemed to be building to an explosive intensity inside her. She couldn't keep still, her hips rolling and surging in a lusty imitation of the sexual act, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. It was as if her body had taken on a will of its own and one that she had no control over. It would have scared her even more than she had already admitted if it wasn't for the overriding demand for fulfilment that drowned out any other consideration.

  Logan dropped to his knees at the end of the bed, admiring the woman laid out in front of him. God, she was incredible—so passionate and responsive but with an air of artless innocence and spontaneity with it that simply couldn't be contrived. She was like a breath of fresh air, and every moment that he breathed her in, he became more and more intoxicated by her.

  Whispering feather light kisses along her inner thighs, Logan gripped her ample hips to hold her still as he reached the ultimate prize. The neatly trimmed curls were a slightly lighter shade than her hair, proving that the deep auburn colour was natural as he suspected.

  Little huffs of frustration fell from her lips as she tried to manoeuvre herself into a position where she could finally find a little relief from his purposeful teasing. Noting her flushed skin and heat dampened flanks, Logan took pity on her, rubbing his day-stubbled cheek against the tender skin of her inner thighs then swiping his flattened tongue along the seam of her female flesh in one, single long stroke.

  Luanna uttered a guttural cry and arched off the bed, her hands fisting and flexing in the sheets next to her.

  Ruthlessly, he held her down and took another long lick. The folds of her pussy were slick and glistening from arousal and, on the third pass, Logan pushed deeper, stealing inside her hidden depths then pushing his tongue as far inside her as he could.

  The moans and cries leaving Luanna's throat became louder and longer, her body straining against his grip. Shifting slightly to the side, Logan lightened his hold, finally swirling his tongue around her peaking clitoris and drifting his long fingers over her mound.

  A long wail of relief was his reward, but Logan kept up the torment, running his fingers up and down the swollen lips of her outer labia until she was squirming and panting.

  Luanna wasn't sure she could take much more of this slow, sensual torment. When Logan had promised to worship every inch of her body, she had thought he was speaking metaphorically. Now, she almost wished he were. It felt as if he had been stroking and caressing her for hours, nibbling and kissing until he'd whipped her into such a frenzy that she really didn't know how much more she could endure. Her stomach was coiled so tightly, it almost hurt and, between her thighs, she could feel herself wet and swollen and aching so badly that she might do just about anything to ease the searing, throbbing burn that he had ignited there.

  And then, without warning, one long finger plunged inside her blazing heat, lifting her off the bed and tearing a scream from the depths of her soul.

  She'd thought that meant that the torment was over but, instead, it began all over again. Logan's lips suckled at the tender bud of her clit, drawing it out and flicking against it with his tongue, almost painfully. His probing finger eased through her soaking folds, drawing back and then thrusting again, this time, with two fingers.

  It had been so long, and she felt her walls clamp tight around him. In a rare moment of clarity, Luanna thought back to the sheer girth of his cock and wondered how it would ever fit. He wasn't overly long, probably about average, not that she really knew what average was…but the thickness! Even she knew that was unusual.

  Every thought was obliterated from her mind when she felt Logan widen his fingers inside her in a scissoring motion. Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God… The breath whooshed out of her and her chest heaved, her hips pinned to the bed by one large hand across
her abdomen. And then the brief pain was brushed away as Logan crooked his fingers upward and stroked at some secret place inside her that had her bones turning to liquid. She sucked in a great draft of air, realising that, for a moment, she had forgotten to breathe.

  Logan felt a gush of cream lubricate his fingers and breathed a silent sigh of relief. She was so damn tight that she was going to strangle his cock when he finally got inside her, but he had to make sure she was ready, first. If he'd been at his place, he'd have had the benefit of several different kinds of lube, all of which would have sensitised and titillated in its own different way, as well as easing any discomfort. Since he was at Luanna's apartment, he didn't have that option and he had a sneaky suspicion that it wasn't the kind of thing she was likely to have to hand. Even if she did pleasure herself, she wasn't the kind of person who would have those kinds of aids and toys where her son might inadvertently stumble across them…

  And that very thought brought him up short. Shit! He didn't have any protection! He had come from a wedding and had barely had time to grab his overnight bag, with the change to the evening's plans. What he hadn't been expecting was that he might end up needing condoms. He thought the chances were probably slim that Luanna was on any kind of long term contraception. She had admitted earlier that she hadn't had a lover for years, so she was undoubtedly clean, and so was he, having regular checks as a requirement of the club regulations, but still.

  He closed his eyes for a second then raised his head to look at her. Frustration and desire were evident in every line of her tightly strung body.

  "Noooo!" she wailed as he withdrew from her briefly, struggling onto her elbows so she could see why he had stopped.

  "Luanna, are you on birth control?"

  "What?" For a second, she looked dazed and confused but, after a few moments, her eyes cleared and widened.

  "No!" she exhaled, dropping back onto the pillow with a huff and slinging an arm across her face, her chest heaving.