Oh gods, why does that thought thrill me? Him. I’m allowed to think about him. So I do. I imagine him on his knees behind me, his hands grasping my hips for leverage as he thrusts in and out. I bet his ass looks spectacular, muscular and powerful as he thrusts in—oh, he’s going deeper than ever. I didn’t know he could go so deep. Did he just nudge my cervix that time?
I thrash on the bed and bury my face in the pillow but Logan’s not having that. He puts his hand at my throat and pulls me back up. “No. Straight up on all fours.”
The gesture is so commanding and he leaves his hand there on my neck, long, thick fingers applying the slightest pressure at my pulse point. Holding my life in his hands.
My hips buck back against his length that’s impaling me. I’ve never— I didn’t even know it could be like this. On TV and in the movies, the few I’ve seen, they never—
“Ohhh,” I cry out as Logan shifts his angle of entry slightly and hits the most amazing spot inside me.
“Yes, that’s right,” he says, his voice more growling and guttural than I’ve ever heard it. “I will fuck and defile you and you will love every fucking second of it.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, clenching around him and bucking back with all my inexpert enthusiasm. Oh, oh, it feels so good, better with every filthy word that comes out of his mouth. I’m not pure here. I’m not perfect. I can be dirty and real and pornographic and celebrate every messy, glorious moment of being fucked.
He shifts his hand from my throat so that his thumb is in front of my mouth. “Suck it. Suck it like you want to suck my cock.”
Even though his cock is impaled inside me, it’s his words and suggestions that trigger a fresh flood of wetness. I eagerly suck his thumb into my mouth and he starts to thrust into me even more fervently.
“Yes, yes,” he hisses out through his teeth like he’s barely managing to contain himself. I’m doing that to him. I’m driving him crazy like that. It’s insane and only sends me higher. Especially when he demands. “Harder. Suck it like you fucking mean it!”
I clamp down on his thumb and pull on it as hard as I can with my mouth and my tongue, creating a vacuum.
“Yes, like that. Fuck, your pussy’s just as tight as that. This tight little virgin pussy that you saved just for me. For your true Master. I’m going to reward you for that. I’m going to take you so many places.”
He plucks his thumb from my mouth. I whine as soon as he’s gone. I want him back. I want his filthy, possessive words back.
But I didn’t need to worry. Especially since I should have known that he’s not done shocking me tonight. Far from it.
The finger I just lubricated for him? Suddenly that same finger is probing…at my backside.
“Logan!” I call out sharply.
There’s a brief pause, and then, in a low, dangerous voice, “Do you not trust me?”
Crap. I suck in a deep breath. “Yes. I trust you.”
“Good.” A smack to my bottom, first my left cheek, then my right.
Then that thumb is back probing at my most forbidden place. My eyelashes flutter underneath the mask. I’ve never— I mean, obviously I’ve never— Who on earth would think about touching back there, like, sexually?
Logan’s voice echoes in my head, reminding me of my extreme naiveté. This is obviously something people do. Something Logan does.
I take another deep breath and then I- I sway my ass ever so slightly back against his touch. I trust him. If this is another new place he wants to take me, I- I want to go. I trust him, and everywhere he’s led me so far has been to extreme pleasure and self-discovery.
But he’s a horrible tease. He’s slowed his pace in and out of me with that huge, beautiful instrument of his, lazily fucking me now and his finger teases at my back hole. It’s not just the thumb. I can’t see, obviously, but I heard a small snick like a bottle being open, and then his fingers are slippery as they circle my hole.
“Forbidden little cherry,” he murmurs. “I won’t take you here tonight. But one day, and soon. I will take every virginity you have to offer. There is nothing of yours that won’t be mine, you understand.”
When I’m silent too long, he prods me, thrusting forward with his hips.
“Yes, sir,” I yelp as he hits that place inside me that makes bright light erupt behind my eyes. I’m left breathless for a moment. Dear— Was that an orgasm? Did he just carelessly give me a toss-off orgasm? Did he know he was doing it? Then I roll my eyes behind the eye mask. Logan does everything with precision and he knows how to play the female body like an expert harpist.
His fingers circle and play at the entrance before he pries my cheeks apart. My face flames in embarrassment. How can he be so fascinated with…that part of me. Or is it not about his fascination at all, but simply the fact that he knows it makes me so uncomfortable and he revels in pushing my boundaries? He loves bringing us right here…where I’m forced to crack open a place inside myself I’ve always kept closed. Literally and figuratively.
He wants all of me.
Nothing held back.
And I want it, too. Gods but I want it, too. So, turning off the part of my brain shouting that this is a place that should not be touched, was never meant to be touched by another person—
Instead I embrace the strangeness of the feeling and lean my ass back into his probing fingers and I relax all of my muscles back there. I let him in.
And his greedy fingers take what I give, one thick digit slipping inside and making me gasp as he makes it past the initial ring of muscles.
“Such a good girl,” he croons as he explores my ass. Such a foreign feeling, all the while his cock pumps in and out of me, filling me up. And just when I think I’m so full to bursting—with him, with all the sensations that are building in my body—another finger probes at my ass, wanting to squeeze in beside the first.
“I can’t,” I whimper. “It’s too much.”
“I tell you when it’s too much,” he says. “And you can take more.” The heat in his dark voice has me clenching around his length.
Yes. Yes, I want to take whatever he has to give me. So I nod, but his biting voice is there the next instant. “Out loud.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll take what you give.”
He spanks my ass and I yelp, then my back arches in pleasure. And then his finger is back, as relentless as ever.
He plunges his cock so far inside me, I feel him all the way to my womb, so hot and hard inside me. I clench around him. It’s the best feeling in the universe, being stuffed full of him. How did I live before knowing what this felt like? Before knowing him. Knowing him like this. This intimacy of bodies and mouths and tongues—he kisses and bites down my spine like he’s ravenous for me.
Logan. My Logan.
I want to clutch him to my chest. Bury my fingers in his hair. Attach my mouth to his and never let him escape.
But he has his rules so I hold him tight the only way I can, clenching, unclenching, then squeezing again as tight as I can around his cock and fingers. I want to pleasure him as intensely as he’s— Oh oh— He’s hitting that spot and it’s so— It’s so—
I cry out my pleasure wantonly, praying I’m driving him even half as crazy as he is me.
When I finally start to hear him swear, losing control, my pleasure soars higher. It’s working. He’s right here with me.
“Fuck, so tight. Daphne, everything I ever—”
He doesn’t finish the thought but his thrusts become even more reckless. “Gotta fuck you. Have to be so.” He punctuates his words with a ruthless thrust. “Deep.” Thrust. “Inside you.” He bottoms out, but that’s not enough for him apparently.
He pulls the fingers out of my ass so he can grab my hips to start pumping even more furiously.
“Yes,” I cry. “Logan, yes, just like that. Right there.” On his every inward punch, he’s hitting that spot that lights me up.
Then, at the last moment when he’s more frantic than ever, he reach
es around the opposite hand that was inside me and begins to stroke at my clit.
“Cum, now,” he orders haggardly, “I command it.”
And just like that, fireworks explode outward from my stomach, looping down to my sex and then spasming outward to my whole body.
“Logan,” I scream, and I keep screaming it until my voice is all but gone, I’m limp on the mattress, and Logan, my Logan, is curled on the bed behind me, one strong arm wrapped protectively around my waist so that I’m snuggled into him.
* * *
Daphne
I wake to the scent of roses. Eyes closed, I smile and stretch my arms above my head.
“Good morning, beautiful,” a voice rumbles above me.
I open my eyes to find blue ones staring into mine. “Logan,” I whisper. “It wasn’t a dream.”
“No.” He leans back, giving me room to sit up.
“Your eyes…” I frown in confusion.
“Are still blue. I wore contacts.”
I sit up. “I knew I knew you somehow. I kept getting flashes of deja vu!”
He chuckles. “Here.” He gently sets something on my face. “This will help you see better.”
I touch the familiar frames. “My glasses!”
“I knew you’d eventually uncover the truth. Part of me wanted you to.” He looks almost shy. Vulnerable. The Logan I knew.
I throw my arms around him, practically tackling him. He chuckles and helps me climb into his lap.
“I know you.” I gaze into his beautiful eyes. “I will always know you.”
“No one knows you like I know you,” he says, and a bell tolls, deep within my soul.
“You told me that before. Years ago.”
“It’s still true.”
I repeat now what I told him then. “My father and mother still loved me. They wanted what’s best for me.”
“Your mother, certainly. But your father…” Logan shook his head. “He was blind to everything he had.”
“He loved my mother.”
“Love can blind as much as ambition.”
“Hmm.” We’ll see about that. In the soft morning light, him with his blue eyes and me in my glasses, I’m seeing more clearly than I ever have. My gaze strays beyond the bed and I gasp.
My room is filled with roses. Vases and vases full of them, on every surface. Petals sprinkled on the carpet, around the chairs, on the bed.
“Roses,” I breath.
“Happy birthday, Daphne. I’m a bit late this year, but…”
“It was you,” I whisper, staring at the room. “You were the one who left the roses. On the day of the funeral, and every anniversary since.”
“I knew you were grieving your mother. But I also wanted to celebrate you.”
“You mean, the rose wasn’t for my mother?” The world tilts. “It was for me?”
He nods. “Your father and I had fallen out by then, but I couldn’t stay away completely. The day they buried your mother—”
“Was my birthday. You remembered my birthday,” I murmur to myself. “You were the only one.” My father was mindless in his grief and Adam had Archer Industries to run.”
“I’ll never forget the promises we made each other.” He turns sober. “I waited for you, this year, at her grave. We promised we’d meet there one day.”
“I forgot. Logan, I thought you were gone forever. They told me…”
He sits up straighter, his expression hardening. “Yes?”
“It doesn’t matter,” I mumble, staring at my hands. “I don’t want to talk about them.” My father and Adam both lied to me about Logan. What else have they lied about?
His big hand closes over mine. “I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere.”
I meet his eyes, that clear ice blue. “I would’ve come to the grave if I’d known you were there. Logan, I would’ve run to you.”
He swallows. “Even though I look like this?”
“Yes. I don’t care how you look. It’s you.” I cover his scarred cheek with my palm. “It’s always been you.”
After a moment, he clears his throat. “I know today isn’t actually your birthday. You were so sick, I wanted to make sure you were feeling well enough for—”
“For what?” I interrupt, eager for a Logan-sized surprise.
“Patience, kitten,” he gives me a mock stern glance.
I giggle, but inwardly shiver. Logan the Dom. So sexy.
“I have another gift for you. If you’re feeling up to it.”
Squee! “Why wouldn’t I be up to it?”
A sexy frown. “I was rough with you last night.”
Just like that, my bottom remembers how sore it is. I shift a little, but can’t stop my grin. “Worth it.”
He looks about two seconds away from making me bend over for inspection, so I add, “I’m fine. Really.” I cover his hand in mine. I’m wet at the thought of inspection, but I want my present more.
“Very well,” he sighs, and produces a blindfold from his pocket.
I cling to him as he carries me down several flights of stairs. The castle no longer feels drafty. “It must cost a mint to heat this place,” I say out loud.
He chuckles. “Worth it. I never want you to feel cold. Now,” he sets me down. “Stay right here. No peeking.”
He leaves me shimmying with excitement, dancing in place. The light hits my face and I turn towards it. I shimmy more vigorously.
“You’re too cute,” he murmurs, coming behind me and undoing the blindfold. “Ready?”
He whips the cloth away, revealing a narrow room with floor to ceiling shelves. Full of books, of course.
“A library!” I twirl slowly. So many books. “You can’t give me an entire library.”
Logan chuckles softly. “Can’t I?”
I grin at him over my shoulder, and keep exploring. At the end of the room, a fire crackles, surrounded by heavy leather armchairs. Perfect for a winter’s night in.
“Logan, this is too much.”
“Then I’ll wait to show you the rest of your gifts.”
“Like what?” I’m being shameless but I can’t help it.
Fortunately, he thinks it’s cute. “I was going to let you have the lab, too.”
I press my hands to my mouth. “Logan…” I shake my head. “It’s too much.”
“You’re worth it. This is what I always wanted to give you, Daphne. This is why we had to wait.”
“How did you get this castle, anyway? You said you inherited it from your predecessor. But did you actually find your family?”
He turns, hands in pockets “No. Not my family. My mother was poor, as you know.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I thought you might have…found your father.”
“No. After I nursed myself back to health, I looked for a new partner. A successful businessman reached out to me, actually, desperate for someone to help. He had an autoimmune disease similar to Battleman’s. I tried some experimental treatments and extended his life by several years.”
“So he gave you a castle.”
Logan shrugs. “His wife had died a decade earlier and they had no heirs. He brought me on as a partner in his business, I helped expand it—”
With the help of my father’s patents, I almost say, but bite my tongue. We’ve come so far in the past few days. I don’t want to break the spell just yet.
“—One thing led to another and…” he shrugs again. “Castle.”
“Just like that.”
My dry tone makes him grin. “Just like that. Do you doubt me, kitten?”
“No.” I retreat until my back hits the shelf. He looms over me, one arm over my head, so he can cage me against the bookshelf.
“I just…we didn’t have to wait. I know you wanted to…prove yourself or whatever,” I flap my hand, my voice faltering as his eyes glint. “but you were it for me. It was always you.” I twine my hand in his thick black hair and tug his face closer.
“Daphne,” he groans agai
nst my lips, and then we’re kissing. He lifts me, propping my hips against the shelves. Holy hell, Imma about to get hot and heavy in a library…
My stomach growls, though, ruining the moment.
With a curse, Logan sets me down. “I need to feed you.”
“I’m all right.”
“You’re still recovering,” he says in his no nonsense my will is law voice. “I forget myself around you.”
I bite my lip to hide my smile. If I can make him forget himself, can he forgive the past?
* * *
I sneak a smile at Logan over my spoonful of grapefruit. He’s reading the paper but he catches me glancing at him and our eyes catch over the centerpiece bouquet of roses. He lowers the paper slightly, just enough for me to see his smirk, then he snaps it back up and continues to read.
Jackass, I shake my head with a smile. But I know better than to say it aloud. My ass still smarts from last night. I shift on the padded chair he thoughtfully brought out for me for this morning’s breakfast.
He’s always so thoughtful. Yes, he’s also the Master who loves to command my pleasure...but I love that, too. It’s something we share. The past few days…our intimacy has gone to levels I didn’t even know was possible. I’ve never felt more connected to another person in my life. If I’d known that two people could…but maybe it takes the right person for this kind of magic to happen. And maybe most people don’t find it.
My eyes trail over Logan’s strong hands and then back up to his face peeking over the top of the paper. I can just make out his eyes. Thank goodness he’s taken out those ridiculous contacts. I can see my Logan’s eyes again. And he hasn’t put the mask back on, which I consider a victory. He knows he can be himself with me.
And I know it will take time, but I’ll show him that the rest of the world will accept him just like I have. What happened to him was a horrible accident but his scars aren’t that bad. Okay, they were a little shocking at first, but once you know they’re there, they start to just become part of the landscape of his face.
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