“Good. Otherwise I’d be afraid I wasn’t doing my job properly.”
Involuntarily she tightened her ass cheeks. How did he arouse her so completely and keep her there?
And it was beyond hot that she actually was sore.
He settled in next to her then pulled her against him.
She snuggled into his chest, drank from his warmth and pure masculine strength, enjoyed his company.
He turned the television on, and they laughed over an old James Bond movie villain.
When the credits began to roll, he muted the sound.
She scooted away from him and turned to face him. “I’m curious. Were you serious about needing a CPA?”
“Yeah. Someone I can trust. You interested?”
“I might be. Yes. But I meant it when I said I’m expensive.”
“I only ever want the best.”
And the rest…? She couldn’t believe that this was turning out to be so much more than she’d expected. Amazing sex. A potential client. “What about the trying a relationship part?”
His eyebrows settled into a firm, implacable line, and his jaw was tight. Something dark, just this side of anger, haunted his eyes. “I don’t joke, Jennifer.”
“I need my space. I have a house to remodel, tax season is approaching, and I want to pursue starting my own firm.”
“And at times you’ll do it all with a plug up your ass.”
She shivered as she looked at him. Logan Powell was so freaking sexy and dominant that he stole her breath.
“And watching you use an air sprayer while you’re naked will be hot as hell.”
“Now you’re joking.” She regarded him.
“Am I? You said no coveralls, so nude is the next best thing.”
* * * *
After the sky had darkened completely and the snow no longer drove against the windows as relentlessly, they ate a few leftovers, and Jennifer devoured one of the cupcakes.
“You can take a dozen of them home.”
“You think they’ll last that long?” she asked, using her finger to swipe some remaining frosting from the ruffled paper cup.
He watched as she licked it from her finger.
“What?” She blinked a few times, pretending innocence.
“I think you know.”
“I was hoping so.”
“Move it,” he said.
Logan retrieved his bag then indicated they should head down the stairs to the basement.
This time, Jennifer had left embarrassment behind when she’d shrugged off the blanket and placed it on the back of the couch.
“Confidence looks sexy on you,” he told her when she sank to her knees near the bench.
“Thank you, Sir.” Remembering the way another sub had behaved at the last play party, she put her hands behind her neck.
“Very nice.”
Jennifer was stunned by how far she’d come, how quickly. A few scenes, where he’d demolished her inhibitions, had seemingly freed her.
He pulled out the blindfold, the clamps and a paddle. The sight of the implements in his big hands made her wet.
“The cross,” he said. “Facing it.”
Without hesitation, but not as much grace as she wished she had, she rose and got into position.
After he’d secured the cuffs, she tested her bonds. She’d managed to pull free of the ones Master Simon had used. If she were honest with herself, she’d admit she took comfort from these. She could move, tug, yank, but she was safe and secure.
“They’re mine,” he said as if reading her thoughts. “And you are, too.”
“Yes, Sir.” The words rolled so easily, naturally.
He moved in front of her, and she saw he held the blindfold.
“For this scene, I don’t want you to know what’s coming.”
That took more trust. She gave it.
“You amaze me. Delight me.”
“Same for me, Master Logan.”
“I love the way it sounds on your lips.” His touch was gentle but firm as he covered her eyes and ensured the elastic band was placed properly.
Next he set the clamps. She gasped at the shocking bite of pain. Her nipples were still tender.
“When you’re at work on Monday, you’ll be thinking of me.”
She would have been, whether or not they scened this evening.
He turned on some music. The bass thundered, reverberating through her, drowning the sounds of their breathing and making it impossible for her to know where he was in the room.
Sensory deprivation and overload rolled together, leaving her mindless.
He touched her pussy, and she screamed from the shock. But before she could try to draw her legs together, he moved.
She sagged against her bonds.
“Five.”
“Sir?”
He rubbed the backs of her thighs, then vigorously massaged her ass cheeks. She knew he did it so she wouldn’t bruise.
Then he stunned her with the paddle on the back of her leg, directly above her right knee. This was nothing like what she’d experienced with Master Simon. Though it was a dull pain compared to the flogger, it went deep, completing her. It was everything she’d fantasized about after she’d seen the BDSM movie.
He landed another on the opposite leg.
She exhaled, forcing away the pain.
Masterfully, he played with her pussy, inserting a finger, driving her to the edge.
Then…nothing.
He pulled away his hand.
All she knew was thunderous music, darkness and the kind of arousal that she’d never before experienced.
With the edge of the paddle, he tapped her nipple hard before squeezing it and releasing one of the clamps. She squealed.
“Nice?” he asked her.
She pursed her lips. Nice? Awful. Debilitating. Wonderful.
He landed another.
Was that three? Did him hitting the nipple clamp count as one of the five strokes?
The unclamped breast ached, but the other burned from the metal’s grip. The backs of her legs stung, and her pussy throbbed.
She’d never experienced anything so commandingly powerful. She wanted more. “Yes.”
He released the other clamp, then as blood surged back in, he put it back in place. She screamed. Then she became aware that the sound of her pain mixed with his diabolical chuckle in an erotic sensation that filled her senses.
The weight of the dangling chain and clamp made her eyes tear.
The next two strokes landed on her buttocks, square, but not as painful because of the amount of flesh he covered.
But did she have one more coming? Or were they done?
She waited, unsure whether to be on guard or to relax completely and wait for him to release her bonds.
Long seconds hung, then passed.
Sure it was over, she exhaled and allowed her head to loll to one side, ready for the nasty clover to be removed.
He caught her then with a shocking stripe, beneath her buttocks, lifting her heels from the floor.
It stunned and thrilled.
He shoved three fingers deep inside her pussy, and she orgasmed.
She was hardly aware of him unfastening the cuffs, and she kept her eyes closed for a while after he removed the blindfold. With his reassuring strength, he guided her toward the bench then pulled her into his lap and held her close.
“I still need to remove the other clamp.”
She nodded.
He took it off, then he toyed with her nipple until she sagged against his chest.
“How was it?”
“Unbelievable.” She breathed in his scent. It seemed the more experience she gained, the more she blossomed. The hesitant woman who’d walked down into the basement yesterday bore little resemblance to the sub she was becoming.
He cleaned up the area, turned off the music, then gathered the bag and told her to head to the bedroom.
“Are we done?”
“We’re only begin
ning. After you.”
She walked up the stairs ahead of him, aware of his heated gaze on her. At one time, it might have made her nervous. Now she pulled back her shoulders and lightly gripped the handrail on the way up.
Once they were in the bedroom, he put a bottle of lube on the nightstand and instructed, “Undress me.”
“My pleasure, Sir.”
Something hot flared in his eyes.
She started with his shirt, baring his strong, broad chest. After folding his shirt, she unbuckled his belt and pulled the leather from the loops, remembering how sexy it had felt on her backside yesterday. And if he were serious about them having a future together, maybe she’d feel it again.
The thought gave her goosebumps.
She looked up at him to see him staring at her, noting her every movement.
Moving faster, wanting connection, she bent to help him remove his boots and socks then knelt to unzip his jeans. He plucked a condom from his pocket and tossed it on the bed.
Her mouth dried.
Even though she’d known he’d be commando, seeing his cock, so thick and erect just inches from her face turned her on. Wanting him, she leaned toward him and took him in her mouth.
“Jennifer…” He dug his hands into her hair and held her firm as she sucked and licked him. “Yeah,” he approved, the word mostly a guttural groan.
She adored having this kind of power to please him. And it seemed fair after everything he’d done for her.
With his grip, he guided her, and she took him deeper. Until now, she’d never enjoyed giving head, but she’d never been with a man this appreciative.
“Enough,” he said a few seconds later, and he cupped her jaw to force her to stop.
“But—”
“I’m setting the scene,” he reminded her.
She knelt back. After wrinkling her nose, she said, “Yes, Sir.”
“At some point, I’ll come down the back of your throat,” he promised.
The naughty image thrilled her.
“But I want you to put the condom on my dick.”
She fumbled more than she would have liked, but he didn’t seem to object. Realizing that, she took a little more time than she needed to.
“Well done,” he said, as if she’d done it perfectly. “Now bend over the bed.”
He offered a hand to help her stand, and she glanced at his cock, unable to look away. No matter that he’d had fingers up her, she doubted she could take his entire length and girth up her tightest hole. “I’m more than a little nervous.”
“You’ll be okay. You’ve been stretched out.”
“Your fingers are nowhere near the size of your magnificence.”
“Magnificence?” he repeated, a smile toying around the corners of his mouth, making him seem more approachable, less formidable.
“I mean penis.”
“Magnificence is better.”
“I can’t believe that came out of my mouth. I may regret it forever.” She rolled her eyes.
“Over the bed.”
Tension knotted in her shoulders. “What if I’m not okay?” she asked.
“Your safe word works here, too. Promise.”
Grateful his grin had faded, showing that he’d recognized her sudden nervousness, she said, “Thank you.” She got into position, her torso on the bed. He moved the lube onto the mattress then played with her clit, and he pressed the tip of his cock into her pussy.
She looked back over her shoulder at him. “Sir?”
He pressed his dick all the way into her pussy before leaning over to open the lube. She watched him put a generous dollop on his fingers.
She expelled a jagged little breath, knowing he was going to suggest she relax.
Logan began to fill her pussy with long, slow strokes. Trustingly, she closed her eyes, then concentrated on not tensing her body when she felt a cool, wet finger against her ass.
He eased in, but he didn’t stop fucking her, keeping her aroused.
Like earlier, she was able to release enough tension that the anal part became pleasurable, even when he inserted a second finger.
Then, before she was mentally ready, she felt his gigantic cockhead pressing against her sphincter. “It’s a lot bigger than your fingers,” she protested through gritted teeth.
With his other hand, he toyed with her pussy.
“So good,” he said. “Bear down. It’s really not more than you took earlier.”
Was that true? Tightening her muscles would make this more difficult, so she allowed the mattress to absorb more of her body weight.
“You’re a quick study,” he said.
She gently closed her eyes and surrendered.
“Yes. Exactly right.” Logan stoked in deeper, a little at a time, pulling back, then easing forward. “Almost there.”
He gave a short, final thrust, sinking in all the way. She gasped, partly from the shock, partly from the pain, and mostly from the realization that he had her thoroughly claimed. Sensation and emotion overwhelmed her.
“Balls deep,” he said, tone both graveled and triumphant. “Told you I keep my promises.”
He tucked one arm beneath her to hold her tight, and he caressed and fondled with the other as he began to move deep in her ass.
“So damn tight. Hot.”
She balled the bedding in her fists as he fucked her hard. Her whole body felt as if she were on fire, alive. Wanting everything he had to offer.
Stunning her, an orgasm began to unfurl.
She moved, grinding herself against his hand, creating even more friction between them.
“What you do to me,” he said, pulling her tighter.
“My God. I can’t…” Her thoughts fractured. She couldn’t take much more.
“You can.”
His cock thickened, grew harder. His breathing was labored, and he held her tighter. She was completely captivated by him…her Dom.
“Now. Come for me now, Jennifer.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
He eased two fingers inside her pussy.
Combined with the sensation of having her ass full, she shattered, losing her grip.
Her face buried in the mattress, she screamed from the power of the release.
“Damn.” The word was somewhere between a groan and a demand. Logan adjusted his arm, lifting her hips a fraction of an inch higher.
“Mmm.” Even though she was satiated, she wanted to feel the force of his orgasm.
His strokes were shorter and faster, and he held her prisoner, nearly splitting her in two as he came, his body hot and pulsing.
He remained inside her for a seemingly impossible amount of time, his body protectively covering hers.
She wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, bound together, hot and sweaty. But when reality returned, she noticed that the fingers of their right hands were entwined. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to sit comfortably for a week.”
He dropped a kiss on her shoulder blade. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”
Eventually, he helped her up.
They showered together, and when they were back in bed, he wrapped an arm around her waist, his dick shockingly semi-hard against her butt cheeks.
“You can’t possibly…”
“Depends on how still you are.”
Brazenly, she flexed her hips.
“You sure you want to do that?”
If she weren’t so exhausted and warm, she might explore further. Instead, she heeded the warning, settling against him, enjoying the sensation of being protected, not on guard, maybe for the first time in her life.
Tonight was better than last night. Familiarity was its own form of comfort.
But she came to awareness in the middle of the night, beneath him, her hands pinned above her head. His breath was warm on her face, and even in the darkness of night, she read desire in his eyes and intent in the tilt of his chin.
“You can wake me like this any time,” she said sleepi
ly.
Where their earlier couplings had been intense, this was sweet. He gave, she accepted.
He made sure she was taken care of before he came in the condom.
Without ever waking up fully, she drifted back to sleep, hazily aware of the way he snuggled up to her and covered her shoulders with a blanket.
The next thing she knew, daylight had crept into the room, and she was alone in the bed, just like she had been the previous morning.
As was becoming a habit, she wrapped herself in a sheet and went into the living room.
Logan stood in the kitchen, hips propped against the countertop, cup of coffee in hand, looking devastating with the shadow of a beard. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“Not at all.”
“Coffee? With five sugars?”
“Please.”
“The storm has eased off,” he said as the machine brewed her cup. “Snowplows should be out soon.”
Outside, only a few gentle flakes drifted down. The sun had burst through, and the sky dazzled in its stark blue color.
“I received a phone call around four,” he told her. “Potential break in the case I’m working on.”
She shouldn’t have been surprised. The whole weekend had been borrowed time. Jennifer told herself she should have been grateful for what they’d had.
“We’ve been monitoring a house to see if our guy would show up. Someone potentially matching his description arrived in the middle of the night. He’s been holed up.”
“So you need to leave?”
“Soon.” He nodded. “I need to take over for Jeremy.”
Her stomach plummeted.
“I’m not letting you get away,” he said, promised. “I want your phone number.” He dug his cellular out of his pocket.
Jennifer gave him her information, and he programmed it in before saying, “I cleaned the snow off both of our cars and scraped the ice from your windows, but I suggest you wait until the sun is up before leaving. The longer you wait, the safer your drive will be.” He pulled out her cup and stirred in five packages of sugar, wincing the whole time.
“Thank you. Not just for the shoveling, the cleaning up and the coffee…” She accepted the cup, added a dollop of cream then took an unsteady drink.
As if he had all the time in the world, he waited for her to continue.
“But also for this weekend experience.”
“It’s only the beginning.”
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