Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories

by Sierra Cartwright

  “Are you?”

  She wondered if that was a way to dodge the question or an invitation to probe further. Since she was intrigued, she pressed on. “You’re a bit of a mystery. Even Noelle doesn’t know much.”

  “You asked about me.”

  Was that a note of triumph in his tone? “I like to know something about men I might sleep with.” In fact, she generally insisted on several dates before becoming intimate. Yet she trusted Logan trustworthy, perhaps because of his honesty. He hadn’t promised anything other than an evening of exploration, and she’d found that somewhat refreshing.

  “Yet we just scened.”

  She turned to face him. “I know Joe considers you a friend. Apparently there aren’t a lot of people he says that about. I’m guessing the same is true for you.”

  “Friends? A handful,” he conceded.

  “But those few?”

  “I’d risk my life for them.”

  She believed it. “And the scar?”

  “Pushy for a sub, aren’t you?”

  “You flogged me, fucked me, said something about giving me some more stripes. I think that gives me a right.”

  “Does it?”

  “Doesn’t it?” she challenged, pulling her legs up onto the couch.

  He was quiet for so long she thought he might not answer. When he did, his voice was low, rough, containing a jagged edge of pain. “It was an IED. There were four of us.”

  With his forefinger, he traced the scar back and forth, and the motion seemed so unconscious she wondered if he was aware of it.

  “Three of us made it back. Matt wished he hadn’t, couldn’t deal with it. He took his life almost two years later.”

  She sucked in a breath. But since words seemed inadequate, she remained silent.

  “While we were over there, we spent a lot of days, nights, talking.” He exhaled.

  She placed her fingers on his forearm.

  He was staring ahead, not paying attention, as if he were lost.

  “At his funeral, we decided to live fully, to honor Matt and Gary.” After several tense seconds, he looked at her. “I keep my hair short so the first thing I see every day is this scar. A reminder.”

  Jennifer felt slightly breathless. “Thank you for telling me.”

  “Sorry you asked?”

  “Not at all.” She shook her head and offered a wan smile. More fully, she understood what he meant about the different worlds. The things he spoke of she would never experience. “I wish I were capable of not being nosy.”

  “Don’t apologize for being who you are.” The timbre of his voice rumbled through her, and she snuggled closer to him.

  “I promised you a shower. But it can wait. I want to get you hotter, wetter, dirtier first.”

  His words shot heat into her cunt, leaving her feeling greedy. “When?” she asked, emboldened in a way she had never been before tonight.

  He plucked the bottle from her hand and the blanket from her shoulders, then said, “On your knees. Present my belt to me.”

  In his tone there was nothing but uncompromising authority. She searched his features and found no hint of the person who’d so tenderly held her moments ago. Instead, he was a Dom who expected to be obeyed. Shocked, she realized she liked both sides of him equally as well.

  Silently—since words would have lodged in her throat—she dug through the pile of their clothes until she found his belt.

  He continued to regard her, his fingers steepled.

  Once she held the leather by the buckle, she was uncertain what to do, how to proceed, so she opted for going with her instincts.

  She folded the belt in half before kneeling in front of him. Remembering his instructions in the basement, she spread her thighs wide and leaned back slightly. Then she bowed her head, extended her hands palms up, and focused her gaze on the floorboards.

  For a long time, he remained silent. It took all her concentration to remain where she was, knowing he was looking, thinking, perhaps planning what he intended to do to her.

  Finally, just when she was about to shift or say something to break the tension that was clawing through her, he said, “Exactly right.”

  She exhaled a slow, shuddering breath.

  He took the belt from her and said, “Over my knees.”

  He offered a hand up, and she accepted. Even though her pulse skidded past every other beat, she drank reassurance from his strong grip.

  Within seconds, she was upended, off balance, reaching for the floor with her fingertips.

  “Legs farther apart.”

  Before she could get situated, he placed a finger at the entrance to her pussy and eased inside her.

  Her vision swam.

  “How are you with anal?”

  “Oh my God...”

  “I’ll take that as a yes.” He played with her pussy, sliding his finger in and out until she was wet and slippery.

  Then she felt him at her tightest hole, slowly pressing forward.

  “It’ll be easier if you bear down instead of fighting.”

  She sucked in a breath.

  He left her for a second. She heard the rasp of a zipper, and she cocked her head to the side to see him pull a small packet of lube from his bag.

  He tore off a corner. Then she felt the cool, viscous liquid on her skin.

  With his finger, he worked it in deeper and deeper.

  “Relax,” he suggested, his voice soothing.

  She wasn’t sure that was even possible.

  He swatted her right ass cheek hard, and she yelped, scooting away from him. But the distraction was enough to allow him to wrap one arm around her waist and drag her back into position while he forced his finger all the way in up to the knuckle.

  “Ow!”

  “Enough,” he told her. “Unless you want two fingers up there.”

  “Ah...”

  He didn’t move.

  “One is fine. Thank you, Sir.”

  “Much better. Now ask me to finger-fuck your ass.”

  In response, she unintentionally clenched her buttocks.

  “Jennifer,” he warned.

  Defiance warred with desire. “Will you finger-fuck my ass, Sir?”

  “Since you asked so nice, of course, little sub.”

  There’d been nothing nice about the way she’d asked. It had been grumpy, under duress. But as he eased out, then back in, she was astounded by how turned on she was becoming.

  “Trust me,” he encouraged.

  In this, she did.

  After half a dozen more leisurely strokes, he began to move faster and faster. Rationally she knew he only had one finger up there. It felt like so much more, igniting her nerve endings. “This—”

  He reached beneath her and squeezed an already tender nipple.

  She bucked, and he took advantage of that, shortening his strokes, relentlessly doing her. “Logan...” She didn’t know what she was asking for. “Master.”

  Before she could orgasm or even really sort out her physical responses, he stopped.

  Her breaths were ragged, and her mind felt the same.

  He grabbed an individually packaged alcohol swab from his bag and wiped his hand before saying, “Where was I?”

  “What?” she demanded, incredulous, trying to turn over so she could glare at him.

  Uncompromisingly, with a palm pressed against the middle of her back, he held her in place.

  “Are you serious?” Her empty cunt throbbed. And her ass burned slightly, not from the fingering, but from the sudden lack of attention. She felt ready to crawl out of her mind.

  “Oh, yes. Leaving you something to remember me by. How many, Jennifer?”

  “How many?” she repeated.

  He rubbed her buttocks vigorously and squeezed her upper thighs.

  “Give me a number. More than two. Fewer than ten.”

  His commanding touch was enough to make her forget her protests.

  “I’ll give you more for stalling.” He du
g his fingers into her flesh.

  “Four.” The word was more a gasp than anything.

  “Four it is.”

  Knowing what was coming terrified her, and she tightened her muscles.

  She was learning that this man rarely did what she expected.

  Instead of feeling his belt, she was surprised when he stroked her butt cheeks, then delved between her thighs, compelling her to relax without ever uttering a word.

  With a soft sigh, she gave herself over to his ministrations.

  “That’s it,” he said.

  She’d never before experienced this kind of attention from a man, and a secret part of her loved it.

  The denied orgasm unfurled again, instantly making her wet and hungry.

  Her body went rigid when she felt leather connect with her right buttock. She held her breath for a couple of beats, waiting for the pain to radiate, but it didn’t. Instead, it was a localized, broad stripe.

  She exhaled.

  “That was one,” he told her.

  Jennifer nodded. It hadn’t been nearly as bad as she’d expected.

  He delivered the second on her left buttock, harder this time, making the pain dig deeper inside her.

  “The last two will be a little more challenging.”

  Could he have possibly known that those words were enough to make her determined to endure it without complaint?

  The next stripe caught her across both buttocks, burning into her. She went rigid and her breath caught.

  Instantly he rubbed her with his palm, and the pain receded, leaving behind a hot wave of lust. “Fuck,” she whispered.

  “Yeah. You understand.”

  Suddenly she did.

  When she’d seen the sexy BDSM movie, she’d been skeptical about a submissive’s ability to connect with a Dom through this kind of experience. Even when Noelle had assured her that it was indeed possible, Jennifer had still had doubts. But Logan erased them. It wasn’t just the physical act. It was mental, emotional, sexual. In this moment, nothing existed but Master Logan and her. He had hold of her, keeping her secure, comforting her even as he shoved her beyond all of her boundaries.

  It was dizzying. Terrifying. Addictive.

  “Ask me for the last one,” he said.

  “Yes, yes, yes. Please. Yes.” More.

  The final strike seared her. She screamed and dug her toes into the wooden floor, desperately trying to escape.

  He held her fast, making quick circular motions over her ass, immediately dissipating the pain.

  Then he plunged his hand between her legs and inserted two fingers deep into her pussy.

  “Come for me,” he urged.

  A million neurons seemed to simultaneously fire, and she could deny him nothing.

  She rocked back, wordlessly demanding he impale her deeper, and she shamelessly ground herself against his hand.

  “So gorgeous,” he said.

  A shudder ripped through her, and she cried out as she climaxed. “Damn!”

  But he wasn’t done with her.

  Logan changed the tempo. Rather than the relentless pace, he teased her pussy. In less than a minute, she was ready again.

  “That’s it.”

  “I’m...” Lost. Shattered.

  She was still over his knees, fingers brushing the floor. Helpless. And she didn’t want the evening to end.

  “There’s more I want to give you. Take it?” he asked. “Always?”

  She didn’t think she’d be able to, but she softly said, “Yes.”

  Master Logan was as skilled as he was patient. Then he smacked her ass on top of one of the belt marks.

  The exquisite pain made her insides ripple, and he surged his fingers deeper in her, giving her what she needed to come hard.

  This time, her body went limp, and sweat dotted the back of her neck.

  “Now it’s time for that shower I promised you.” He stood and offered his hand.

  She accepted.

  Logan continued to tug until she was in his arms. She rested her head near his heart, hearing the powerful thud beneath her ear.

  “If you think this means you’re done for the evening, you’re wrong.”

  She tipped back her head and looked at him. “I never expected otherwise.”

  His eyes became molten jade.

  Jennifer wasn’t sure how much more she could survive. But as he held her, she realized she was willing to find out.

  Chapter Six

  “Down the hall. Second door on the right,” Logan told her, although he didn’t release his grip. He liked having her in his arms. Since Helen had left him, he’d been so caught up in running his detective business and outrunning his inner demons that he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed having a woman around. Especially during the first few days he’d been alone, he’d told himself that a relationship was too much effort, that it interfered with his ability to do his job.

  And now he was questioning that.

  Until this evening, he hadn’t acknowledged how lonely he’d been.

  Slowly, Logan released Jennifer, rationalizing that they still had the rest of the night together.

  He led her to the guest room. “Bathroom is through there,” he said, pointing.

  She froze, obviously realizing he intended to follow her.

  He maneuvered around her to turn on the faucet and set the temperature. “After you.”

  “You’re getting in with me?” she asked unnecessarily.

  “No secrets, no privacy when we’re together.”

  “Are you serious?”

  Rather than replying, he placed a hand on her ass and nudged her. Once they were in the oversized stall, he reached above her and took down the showerhead. “Face me and spread your legs.”

  Without a single argument, she did as he instructed. She was a quick study—pleasingly so.

  Logan directed the spray toward her pussy. But rather than just gently rinse her, he parted her labia to bathe her.

  Her eyes widened, and the blue seemed even deeper than before. He moved the nozzle closer so the spray was more powerful. Her lips were parted slightly, and he heard the sound of her breathing increase. Her knees began to tremble. After a few more seconds, he could tell that the pressure had become torment, exactly as he’d planned.

  “Master Logan...”

  “Hmm?”

  Jennifer put a hand on his shoulder. “I...”

  He brushed his thumb across her clit.

  She jerked.

  Then he grazed her with his nail.

  She gasped, obviously already on the verge of an orgasm—one he suddenly wanted to observe.

  He slipped a finger inside her and sought her G-spot, not with a gentle touch, but a relentless, tormenting press. He directed the spray toward her tightest hole, seeking to drive her mad.

  “Sir!”

  Oh, yes. She was so freaking responsive to him. “Ask me to let you come.”

  Her knees buckled.

  “Ask.”

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “I can’t hear you.”

  “Fuck.”

  He eased off the pressure slightly, but then he kneaded her clit.

  “Please,” she begged.

  She sagged against him, and the position change made it easier for him to access her G-spot, and he did, all but wrenching an orgasm from her.

  “I need...” She closed her eyes.

  He knew she couldn’t last another ten seconds unless he stopped. He was tempted, so very tempted, but at this point, he wanted it as much as she did.

  “Please, Master Logan.” She tightened her jaw. “Now?”

  “Yes,” he said, pushing more forcefully against that sensitive flesh deep inside her.

  She cried out his name as she climaxed, her internal muscles contracting around his fingers.

  Jennifer’s body went slack, telling him she’d lost all sense of time and space.

  And he was there for her.

  He captured
her against him and somehow managed to put the showerhead back before he swept her from her feet and carried her out of the shower stall.

  His dick throbbed with a demand he intended to deny. Until much, much later. For now, he wanted to properly care for the submissive who’d offered so much.

  When she began to squirm, he set her down and reached for a towel from the rack. She held out a hand to take it, but he shook his head. “I’ll finish what I started.”

  “That’s not...” She trailed off.

  “It’s absolutely necessary,” he countered. He raised an eyebrow and waited.

  “Yes, Master Logan,” she dutifully finished.

  Damn. Her use of the honorific pleased him. She pleased him.

  Jennifer remained still, only a few inches from him, while he dried her neck and shoulders. Then he continued down her front, over her chest. He paid extra attention to her breasts, then abraded her nipples with the nubby cotton.

  She sucked in a sharp breath, but she didn’t protest.

  “I like you being sore for me.” It meant she’d think about him even after their time ended.

  He rubbed the towel over the soft swell of her belly before crouching to pat her pussy.

  “Oh, that’s...”

  He licked her.

  She grabbed his head and held him tight.

  “Insatiable sub,” he said, taking a few more long swipes before continuing on, drying her thighs and shins. “Turn around.”

  This time, he started with her calves and moved up, pausing when he reached her buttocks. “I like your marks. Satisfying. Very satisfying.” They’d fade by morning, but he appreciated them now.

  He finished with her nape, and he pressed his index finger to the pulse speeding in her throat. “Let’s get you to bed.”

  She nodded.

  In the bedroom, he pulled off the half-dozen extraneous pillows, then tossed the fluffy, overstuffed comforter onto a chair. “Come here.” He turned back the sheet.

  Jennifer obediently crawled onto the mattress. Then he joined her.

  Outside, the storm raged, driving snow against the windowpane, reinforcing the feeling they were all alone in the world.

  She shivered, and he tugged her against him.

  “Thank you,” she murmured. With a sigh, she pulled up the sheet and snuggled closer.

  It had been a long time since he’d protected a woman. And he was shocked by how much he liked it.