by Mari Carr
“Making out is a far cry from what you’re proposing we do, Lacy. It doesn’t mean that you and I—”
Lacy tugged her t-shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor. Logan’s gaze landed on her breasts within an instant.
“What are you doing?”
She tilted her head. “I thought I was making it pretty clear. I’m seducing you.”
“Put your shirt back on.” His heated look didn’t match his request. He hadn’t looked away from her tits yet.
She shook her head. “No.”
“I need you to be sensible.”
She scoffed, then reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She dropped it on top of her shirt.
Logan’s jaw clenched. She had to give him credit. His powers of resistance were stronger than she’d anticipated. Which only pushed her to up the ante.
Her fingers started to work loose the button on her jeans.
“Stop!”
Logan used that same commanding voice he’d unleashed in the truck, the one that had her panties going damp.
His gaze captured hers and held. “Put your shirt back on, or…”
“Or what?” she taunted.
“Or I’m going to tug down your jeans and beat that cute little ass of yours.”
She gave him a coy smile. “You think my ass is cute?”
Logan closed his eyes and she wondered if he was praying for patience. When he opened them again, she shuddered at the intensity, the hunger laid bare on his face. He had clearly turned a corner.
The friendly, safe, hands-off Logan she’d always known was gone. In his place was this new Logan, dangerous, sexy, demanding.
“You have three seconds to do as I said.”
She didn’t move. Instead, she counted. “Three, two—”
One minute she was facing him down, the next she was facedown. Over his lap.
Logan rubbed her ass through the denim of her jeans. She hated the barrier, wanted his hands on her bare skin.
She started to shift, hoping to find a way to work the jeans over her hips, but he caught her hands, dragging them behind her and holding them together at the base of her back.
“Not so fast. Ground rules.”
Lacy growled. “I don’t want rules. I want sex.”
He tightened his grip on her wrists. “That’s the first rule. No penetration.”
She had made that suggestion. And she was already regretting it. “We already determined that,” she said impatiently, wondering if she could change his mind.
Logan smacked her ass, but her jeans dulled the impact. It wasn’t even close to enough for her. “Three times. That’s it.”
“What?”
“There has to be a deadline to this, Lacy. We’ll get together no more than three times, each meeting one week apart, during which I’m going to show you exactly what kind of man I am. I’ll expose you to BDSM and you can see if you like it. If you want to call it off before that, you can. But we’re not doing this more than three times.”
She wanted to argue, but it was clear he didn’t intend to be swayed. It didn’t matter. She planned to use every single second of those meetings proving to him why they should extend the deadline indefinitely. “Fine.”
“Your safe word is chaise. Say that anytime it’s too much for you or you get scared and we’ll stop, talk it out. Okay?”
She nodded.
“Say okay.”
“Okay,” she said, her voice betraying her shortness of breath. She was worried he’d misinterpret it as fear when the truth was she was so turned on, her whole body hurt.
He released her hands and she instantly missed the restraint. Then she was disappointed even further when he helped her stand.
Logan took her hand. “Not in here. Too much sawdust, too many wood shavings. I don’t want you to get cut.” He led her toward his office, but stopped just as they reached the threshold and glanced toward the front. “I need to—”
“I already locked the door and flipped the sign.”
He gave her a crooked smile and reached down to pinch one of her nipples. She gasped as moisture pooled between her thighs. “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“I think the word is determined.”
He shook his head. “No. It’s stubborn. Something the Sparks family has in abundance.”
“Remember that in three weeks.”
Logan twisted her, guiding her into his office. “I’m not changing my mind, Lace. I’m already crossing too many lines by agreeing to this.”
Once they entered the room, he closed the door and locked it as well.
“Take off your jeans.”
Lacy lost no time kicking off her shoes and tugging the denim—and her panties—off. Within sixty seconds, she stood before him completely naked. Meanwhile, Logan was still dressed.
“What about you?”
He didn’t reply. Instead, his gaze traveled over her nude form like a caress. She held her ground and let him look his fill. She liked the look in his eyes, the genuine appreciation there. He thought she was pretty and it made her feel that way.
“Beautiful,” he whispered when his eyes met hers once more.
She flushed at the compliment and lifted one shoulder timidly. She wasn’t sure she’d go that far, but she was touched that he had.
“Turn around and bend over the desk. I owe you a punishment.”
Lacy did as he said without question, her pussy clenching in anticipation. She had seen him do this to Yvette all those summers ago and since then, her imagination had run wild with the fantasy.
Logan stepped behind her as she assumed the position, his hand cupping the back of her neck, pressing her more firmly against the smooth surface of his desk. “Open your legs.”
Again, she responded to his request. It was so easy to do. With Logan, she didn’t have to think, to consider. She wasn’t worried about her safety because he would never hurt her. At least not more than she would enjoy.
He ran his fingers along her slit and she shivered as one hand held her tight to the desk. She started to reassure him she wouldn’t move, but she liked that extra restraint, liked the feeling of being his captive.
One of his wet fingers circled the rim to her anus. Lacy realized she’d forgotten to breathe. She sucked in as much air as she could, releasing it in short pants through her nose as he fondled her ass.
Logan didn’t speak as he explored. She longed to end the silence, but her chest was too tight to utter a single word. A million questions flew through her head. She wasn’t used to being apart while a part of something like this. In the past, her lovers had been equal partners and everything was discussed and voted on in committee meetings.
Logan was clearly the CEO, CFO, and dictator rolled into one. He’d do what he wanted and he didn’t ask permission beforehand.
God. The quiet was maddening. What was he thinking? What would he do next? When was he going to spank her? Could she convince him to forget that stupid thing she’d said about not fucking her? Why had she said that? She needed—
“Shh.” Logan bent over her back, his soft hush blowing hot against her ear. “Shut it all down, Lace.”
His words washed through her like a gentle wave and just like that, she relaxed.
“Say your safe word,” he commanded.
“No.” She panicked. There was no way she was going to call this off. “I don’t want to.”
“I just want to hear you say it. Want to make sure you remember.”
“You won’t stop?”
She half expected him to laugh at her childlike pleading, but instead he pressed a warm kiss against her cheek.
“I won’t stop. Right now, I’m worried that I can’t.” A tinge of pain seemed to lace his tone. He felt it too. She had never experienced desire so strong that it hurt, but the only thing she was sure of right now was that her body physically ached for him. It was agonizing.
“I’m glad.”
He shook his head, a motion she felt
more than saw. “No. That’s not good. Say the word. I need to hear, need to…”
“Chaise,” she whispered.
She wasn’t sure why that word set him free, but whatever harness held him tethered and kept him from giving in to his baser instincts, broke.
He pushed himself upright and his hand landed against her ass in a solid smack. The loud cracking noise filled the room.
Reflex took over as Lacy tried to escape. It was a futile effort. His large, strong hand had returned to the back of her neck, holding her down. The second and third blows fell as she still struggled.
When the fourth came, the pain and heat mingled. Transformed.
Lacy’s back arched and she went up on her toes to meet the fifth and sixth smacks.
“Logan,” she cried out, her voice tight with unshed tears. The spanking hurt, but not in a way that she longed to end. Instead, she wanted more.
Logan’s fingers found the opening to her body and before she could assimilate to the change, he had two buried deep, pounding roughly inside her.
This. God. Yes. This.
She tried to thrust back against his hand, but he still held her to the desk. She couldn’t move, couldn’t steal any extra stimulation. It was as hot as it was frustrating.
“Let me go.” She clenched her fists and beat them against the surface.
“No.” His reply was firm, unyielding.
“I need to move!”
He tightened his grip, added a third finger to the other two and increased his pace.
Lacy gasped at the increased tension, the beautifully brutal way he took her.
No. Claimed.
He promised to claim her. And now he was.
She wanted more. Wanted him to take everything she had to offer and then demand more from her. God. She’d give it all to him. Every. Fucking. Thing.
Lacy’s orgasm hit her like a bullet, arriving out of nowhere. One second she was grasping for harder, faster, deeper. The next, her body was writhing like a rag doll in a storm, shaking almost painfully as she came harder than she ever had before.
Logan didn’t give way. Didn’t stop the powerful thrusting. Instead, he rung out every drop of sensation he could. It seemed to last for hours. And when it began to wane, Lacy finally stopped fighting.
She wasn’t sure how long she lay there, draped over his desk, how many breaths she’d taken in and blown out before his fingers slowly withdrew.
Her pussy clenched greedily, trying to hold them in, but as always, Logan did as he pleased.
Lacy lifted her head and glanced at him over her shoulder. She shuddered at the hungry, almost feral look in his eyes.
Though she had known Logan her entire life, his beloved face as recognizable to her as her own, she had never seen this man. And yet she seemed to know him just the same. In some ways, it felt as if she knew this man better than the other.
She pushed herself from the desk as he took a step away. The connection of their gazes never broke as she twisted to face him, and then dropped to her knees.
Logan issued no complaint as she worked to free his erection from his jeans. She dragged the denim to his knees and then took his cock in her hands.
He didn’t say a word as she stroked the thick, hard flesh. God help her if she thought three of his fingers stretched her. He’d tear her apart with this baseball bat. And she’d love every second of it.
She ran her tongue along the bottom of his cock, her eyes studying his face. She’d never been very sure of her abilities when it came to blowjobs. She’d gone down on a few guys and while they made all the right noises, sometimes she felt like those sounds were similar to her grunts when the guys fucked her. They were based more on encouragement than actual excitement.
Logan didn’t make any sounds, but his face and the way his hand cupped her cheek told her he liked what she was doing.
It gave her the confidence and courage to continue. Parting her lips, she sucked the head into her mouth, enjoying the way Logan’s hand flew from her face to her hair.
She closed her mouth around it and applied a bit of suction. Then, recalling the way Logan had suckled her nipples in his truck, she sucked harder.
His fingers gripped her hair tightly, tugging it. As she lessened the pressure on his cock, he softened his hold on her hair. She repeated the suction and his hands gripped her hair almost uncomfortably. The burning in her scalp traveled straight to her pussy, her own arousal returning with a vengeance.
Lacy held on to the base of his dick as she moved her mouth lower, trying to take more of him inside. She hadn’t even hit the halfway point before his head brushed the back of her throat.
While Logan’s hands remained in her hair, he didn’t seek to drive her actions. Instead, he let her continue to explore, to play, to figure it out. He was a very well-endowed guy, so she had to improvise. Lacy was desperate to give him the same pleasure he’d just offered her.
Soon, she found her pace, moving her lips and her hand in unison along his erection, trying to keep the pressure tight, hoping it was enough to push him into climax.
Whenever his fingers tugged her hair roughly, she knew she’d hit a sweet spot and she catalogued the information, returning there over and over.
For several minutes, she worked her mouth on his hard flesh, losing herself in the quiet magic of the moment as Logan rocked gently toward her.
When Logan’s fingers tightened on her head more roughly than before, she thought he’d made it to the brink. She started to move faster, but he halted her motions.
Tipping her face up until her eyes met his, he held her there, his cock still in her mouth.
“You ready?”
Her brows creased, slightly confused. She assumed he meant for his climax, but he didn’t look like a man on the verge of blowing.
She nodded slightly—and then everything she ever thought she’d known about blowjobs was blown out of the water.
Logan gripped her cheeks as he took the reins from her. Lacy’s fingers flew to his thighs, seeking purchase when he tripled their previous pace.
He fucked her mouth, pressing deeper than she’d dared to take him on her own. All she could do was hold on as he took. Her eyes began to water and she gagged a couple of times, but Logan didn’t cease the movement.
Once again she was overwhelmed by the sensation of being taken. Claimed. When he’d spoken that word in the truck, she’d thought it sounded hot. It triggered all those sexual fantasies she’d never shared with anyone before, the ones where she was captured by a stranger and used roughly. She had always felt slightly ashamed of those dreams, like they were wrong, like she shouldn’t feel arousal over such things.
Then Logan had promised to claim her, and it had brought all those shameful fantasies to the surface.
She couldn’t find a damn thing wrong with what she wanted now. Instead, she struggled with the realization that she was close to coming as well. How was that possible? He wasn’t touching her.
“Fuck yourself, Lacy. Put your fingers in that hot pussy of yours and fuck it. Hard.”
Her fingers tightened in the hard muscle of his thighs, her nails scratching his skin. However, she wasn’t sure if his loud grunt was due to pain or a precursor to his climax.
Then she obeyed his command, pressing two fingers inside herself as he continued to pound inside her mouth.
“How many?”
He tugged his cock out of her mouth briefly and she cried out in frustration.
“How many fingers are you using?”
“Two,” she gasped.
He shook his head almost angrily. “Not enough. Four. Shove four in there.” He punctuated his command with a rough return, his cock trying to slide all the way in. She panicked for a moment before her throat opened and he slid deeper.
“Fuck,” he murmured.
Lacy added two more fingers to her pussy, curling them to find that special place that never failed to set her off.
Stars exploded as she came. Log
an was mere seconds behind her.
One moment he was pounding into her mouth, the next he was jerking roughly as he came, jets of hot come splashing against the back of her throat.
She swallowed several times, but didn’t seek to pull away. Even as his cock softened in her mouth, she held him there.
Wanted him there.
She was his. Completely.
But more than that, he was hers. And she was never going to let him go.
Off-limits or not.
* * *
Eleven years earlier…
Logan tilted his head, confused when Lacy opened the door, wearing a tatty old t-shirt and jeans. “What are you doing here? Thought you were going to prom tonight.”
She shrugged casually, though her painted-on smile looked fake. “My date got chicken pox.”
“Oh man. I’m sorry.”
She stepped aside so he could come inside. “It’s okay. It’s not like he did it on purpose.” She paused for a second, and then looked at him, concerned. “You don’t think he got them on purpose, do you?”
Logan chuckled. “I’m one hundred percent sure Tommy didn’t get chicken pox just to get out of going to prom.”
“Yeah. I guess not.”
“You could always go stag,” he suggested.
She looked at him like he’d sprung a second head. “That’s social suicide. No thanks.”
Logan figured she was probably right. He’d been out of high school for too many years to remember all the silly rules.
Lacy’s mom, Beverly, walked into the room before he could devise a way to cheer her up.
“There you are, Logan. I just finished wrapping the tray of cookies for you. Lacy, will you go grab it for me?”
Lacy nodded and headed for the kitchen.
“Tough break on prom,” Logan said when Beverly’s gaze followed her daughter’s retreating form.
“I absolutely hate this. You know Lacy. She smiles and pretends it’s okay, but she’s devastated. She worked every single day after school in the bakery with me for six months, saving the money for that dress.”
Beverly quickly dashed a tear. Logan couldn’t stand the thought of Evan’s mom and sister upset. They were two of the sweetest women he knew. “Mrs. Sparks. What if Lacy comes to the barn dance with me tonight? Evan’s heading over there in a couple hours, once his shift ends. Tyson and I will keep an eye on her until then.”