Logan whistled low and long. “Fuck. And, since I’m not one who sets out to disappoint, I’ll comply. Just as you asked, my dear.”
She rolled her eyes. “Shall I call you a Southern gentleman?”
“Your sassy mouth is going to end up getting you into more trouble than you want, girl.”
She didn’t want things to revert to how they were earlier in the evening, especially since she was dripping all over his bed and needed an orgasm in the worst way.
“I think a little added something will keep your mouth under control—a constant reminder for you.”
Logan crawled out of bed, his cock standing at attention, bobbing with his movements, and she couldn’t help but wonder how he would fit inside of her. It was bigger than any man she had ever seen.
She watched his muscled frame walk across the room, the bunched muscles of his buttocks flexing with each step. Charlie wanted to do nothing more than take a healthy nibble of a cheek.
Maybe later.
Reaching into the top drawer on a chest of drawers, the corded muscles in his back easily seen, Logan pulled out a brand new package and opened it.
With a wolfen grin, he held something made of pink glass between his fingers. “This ought to do the trick.”
She felt her eyebrows furrow and wondered what the hell it was. Charlie had never seen anything like it, and how in the world would that help her mouth? It looked like a decoration.
“I can tell by your face, girl, that you don’t know what this is, so let me school you. This is what we call a butt plug.” Logan reached into the nightstand drawer, pulling out an easily accessible tube of lube and coated the pink tip of the plug liberally.
A butt plug. Charlie had read about these in her books. Men put them into a woman’s little bottom hole. Some were small, and some were big. Sometimes they were used for punishment, and at other times, the hero would have the woman wear it, preparing her for anal. Would he be doing anal?
“Today, we’re putting this in to remind you to keep that sassy mouth in check, and it’s small enough that you can sleep with it. At some point, we’ll progress to bigger ones.” He pressed his muscular knee into the mattress, holding the greasy plug menacingly. “Head down, ass up, girl.”
“Oh, God, I can’t do this. I’ve never been in this position. No.”
“Wrong answer. You don’t tell me no unless it’s something serious. We just talked about this, and you know I’m not going to hurt you. It’s just a reminder. I’ll say it again. Head down, ass up, or you don’t get your orgasm, but you’ll still wear the plug and be tied in bed again. Choice is yours.”
Well, fuck.
This wasn’t going as planned at all. She had hoped she could get him to give her an orgasm, but she had no idea this was going to be part of the equation.
“Are you choosing to disobey and sleep fitfully?”
“No. No, Sir.”
Waggling the butt plug, he put an edge to his voice that brooked no dalliance. “Then do as you’re told, little girl.”
The voice that said you better do as you’re told or else.
Charlie pulled in a shaky breath and rolled over onto her tummy, and with more courage than she thought it would take, she pulled her knees up under her, lifting her bottom high into the air. Her bottom cheeks spread open obscenely, leaving nothing to the imagination. But she had the consolation that it couldn’t get worse than this, right?
Wrong.
He tapped the inside of her thigh. “Spread your legs wider.”
Keening, she opened them, the cool air in the room rushing along her back entrance.
Charlie buried her face into the sheets, groaning, finding it hard to believe all the things he had done to her, and even more mortifying was the fact that her body found it so fucking exciting. She swore she dripped like a leaky faucet, and the breeze coming from a nearby window made her aware that the inside of her thighs were wet with the excess of her arousal.
Logan’s fingers spread her cheeks apart, and pressed the cold lubed glass against her little hole, breaching the entrance.
“Look how sweet this little pink rosebud is. We’ll pop this glass right in here.”
With a nudge and a bit of persistence, the glass entered her anus with no problem. The tight ring of muscle clamped around the neck, and Charlotte had to admit that it didn’t hurt. But she knew any movement would remind her of the glass intruder, communicating clearly that she needed to mind her tongue.
It was then that Logan grasped the base and gave it a gentle tug, assuring it was fully seated.
Charlie rose up onto her hands. “Fuck! Oh, shit! Don’t do that!”
A crisp, sharp slap reverberated through her right hip, reigniting her sore bottom.
“I do as I please, girl, and shouting at me to stop doing something typically means I’ll do it again.” Proving his point, he tugged on the plug again, saying, “Just like this.”
The ring of muscle, flexing and clamping on the toy mercilessly, had her wincing and gasping for air. “Okay, okay. I won’t say it again, okay?”
“Head back down.” Logan’s large hand pressed on the back of her skull, gently assisting her with her obedience.
Why did Charlotte find this so fucking hot? Why? And why was her clit throbbing incessantly?
She hadn’t been raised to submit to dominance. On the contrary, Charlotte Anne Winslow had been raised to be independent, showing a man precisely who was in charge—proving that she was capable and had a strong head on her shoulders and not somebody to be bossed around. And yet, here she was with her ass yawned open with a pink glass butt plug peeping from between her ass cheeks—her very sore, well-spanked ass, and she had no doubt it was well-marked as well.
“You’re going to be sore tomorrow, Charlie. I’m telling you this bottom is pretty fucking punished. I hope you mind a lot better tomorrow.”
He tapped his forefinger on the glass base, and Charlie clenched, in anticipation of him yanking on it, but he didn’t.
“My girl asked her daddy to fill her pussy with his cock, and since you were such a good girl accepting your plug, let’s give you your reward.” Grasping her hips, pressing his fingers into her flesh, the grip punishing, Logan growled, “Lie on your back.”
Relieved to have permission to hide her ass once again from his view and treatment, she didn’t hesitate to flip over onto her back. But then the realization became apparent that he’d then stare at her pussy—her shamefully and fully exposed pussy.
Logan situated himself between her legs, and with a gigantic hand spanning the middle of her thighs, he pushed her legs up and outward, spreading her open like a frog.
Her scent filled the air, and Charlotte struggled to keep her legs open, humiliated by the vulnerability of this position. “Ohhhh, Logan... Nooooo.”
“Who am I?” A dark eyebrow quirked in her direction, his green eyes penetrating.
“Uh... Daddy?”
“If that’s a question, I don’t know the answer. Am I Daddy? Or am I Sir?”
She wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of the question. How did she end up in this predicament? Her spirit was fighting what her soul and lust wanted more than anything. Who knew that all this time she wanted a daddy this badly?
Did all women have an underlying desire to be cared for? Was that why so many women loved kinky books or read about spankings? She knew many friends of hers who wanted spanking to be part of real sex. Charlotte had never been blessed... or was it cursed... with such a boyfriend.
Was this her chance?
“Daddy.” She smiled brightly at him, and his eyes twinkled.
“That’s my girl.”
Tensing her thighs, she pulled them tight around his body, minimizing her exposure.
“Nuh-uh. Who gave you permission to close those legs?”
“Permission?” The words are you fucking kidding were on the tip of her tongue, but when her voice rose, she had clenched her ass, and the minder did its job, c
ausing her to swallow her retort. But the incredulity was still evident even to her ears.
He tilted his head, blinking at her. “Yes. Permission. If I leave you in a position during sex or punishment, you need to ask before you move again.”
Charlotte narrowed her eyes, glaring back at the man.
“Fix your face, girl. I mean what I say. Now open them.”
I want to be fucked... more than I want to be right.
Slowly... excruciatingly so, Charlotte spread her thighs, her labia gaping open, her musky scent filling the air again.
Logan’s cock swayed before her, a small spurt of pre-cum dribbling onto her chest, leaving a lonely drop bubbled on the shiny purple head.
Reaching up, she placed her hands over his pecs, running them through the fuzzy hair there. Logan slid his penis through her puffy lips, bumping against her clit.
She clenched, gasping, and then shouted, “Ohhhhhh!” When the corresponding clinch of her bottom hole had her squeezing the hard, implacable glass, her pussy spasmed.
Logan sniggered. “Looks like my ‘minder’ is working nicely.”
Damn him.
“There’s a benefit to this, girl. Plugs help you achieve the best orgasms you’ve ever had—well, the plug and my cock.”
Charlotte rolled her eyes. But she did have to admit that so far, he seemed to be right. He wasn’t inexperienced. Maybe what they say about older guys was right. After all, the man was twelve years her senior.
Ancient!
“When we’re done here tonight, you’ll be thanking me. Trust me. I warned you that you’d be begging me for my cock, and you didn’t believe me then. You’ll learn to trust my instincts, girl.”
But Charlie didn’t have time to think about that. Logan had thrust himself into her, pushing up to the hilt with one thrust, and before she could stop the impulse, she moaned when his hard cock skated along her sensitive flesh. Charlie arched her back, elongated her neck, and squeezed her inner muscles, gripping him tightly.
With a renewed fervor she pressed her heels into the bed, rocking her hips up, pounding against him, forcing his cock to slam into her.
Luscious pain and pleasure. The sensation had her gritting her teeth, sweat forming on her brow, but she rocked him, and her thighs shook uncontrollably.
“You act like you’re in a race, girl. We can take our time, you know.”
“I don’t want to!” She thrust upward again, their skin slapping.
Raising onto his hands, Logan raised his eyebrows. “Well, that’s a girl who knows what she wants. I appreciate that in a woman. Just remember, you asked for it, princess.”
She hadn’t anticipated that he would pound so hard into her, pistoning his cock. Her whole body rocked on the bed, the headboard banging into the wall. And their breathing became labored. Charlie gasped, holding his cock within the clutch of her pussy, and he groaned and grunted with each thrust.
Logan had been right. The glass butt plug rocked and swiveled within her, ramping up her arousal, giving her sensations she’d never had before. Charlie clenched and unclenched around the welcome intruder, the action catapulting her toward her orgasm.
“Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Fuck... fuck!”
“That’s right, princess. Bet you never had a fucking like this, especially with something in that little bottom hole as well.” Logan then reached around, pressing and tugging on the plug. The rhythmic movement had her levered up on her heels, her hips and back supporting the weight of this gorgeous talented man.
“Oh, God!” Charlotte swore she saw stars, her whole body tightened, her pussy spasming around his hot, wide rod.
Logan growled deep within his chest and slammed his hips into hers, her channel filling with his warm seed. The tendons extended in his neck, his teeth gritted. It was a vision to behold, his firm, hard jaw flexing, and his face that of a man in pure bliss.
Charlotte didn’t have much time to think about that though, because the warmth of his semen spurred her into another orgasm and this one had her screaming. She pressed her hands tightly around each buttock, pushing his length deep within her, and she shivered and quaked with the reverberating tremors.
The force of her cervix squeezing his sensitive cock had him groaning, and with a loud moan, Logan yanked his cock from the draw and pull of her channel. Once he was released from her grip, the semi-erect penis rested against the slit of her labia—warm and damp with their juices. He collapsed against her chest, and they both panted, seeking normalcy to their heart rate and breathing, while their bodies trembled and shook with the aftershocks.
Chapter Seven
Logan had risen before the sun came up and left Charlie sleeping soundly, her hair strewn across her face, snoring lightly—in an adorably feminine way. He decided it would be a good gesture on his part to make her breakfast. After all, they had gotten off to a rough start, and maybe this would be a peace pipe of sorts.
First, he checked if there was an email from Mack. He tapped on the keyboard, opening his email. Nothing yet.
Exiting, taking assurances that every file was securely locked, he closed the lid on his laptop. Now to cook breakfast.
The only trouble he had no idea what her likes and dislikes were in terms of breakfast foods. He figured scrambled eggs would be the safest choice. Eggs with a bit of cheese (just the way he liked them as well) some link sausage, and wheat toast with a brimming cup of coffee added to the tray. Logan stared at the array, nodding his head and murmuring, “Looks good to me.” He had made himself a plate as well and figured they could eat in bed together.
How had it only been twelve hours since he’d met her? And now, he was fixing her breakfast in bed, and she had stolen his heart more times than he could count.
Now he needed to protect her, get this issue resolved so that they could start their lives together.
What are you thinking, man? There is no way this is going to happen.
Sighing out loud, Logan wondered when he had become romantic. With measured, careful steps, he walked down the hall, keeping the tray as steady as he could. With his right shoulder, he nudged the door open to his bedroom.
After their lovemaking, the first of many times last night, he’d carried her to his bed.
The door bounced off the wall, startling Charlie. She bolted up, sitting upright in the bed, her eyes wide with confusion, searching her surroundings for something familiar.
“Hey, hey. You’re okay. Remember, I’m Logan. You’re here at the garage where I and the FBI are keeping you safe. Remember? Is it all coming back now?”
She settled, her shoulders relaxing, and slowly nodded her head. The corner of her mouth kicked up at the tray in his hand, and her adorable small dimple appeared. Even rumpled with her sleepy, morning look, he swore he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen somebody so beautiful.
Logan nodded slowly. “Yeah, you got it. I made you breakfast in bed.”
“Are you working toward some Brownie points?”
“I’ll plead the fifth on that one. Let’s just eat some breakfast and not wonder about motives.”
She rolled her eyes and laughed while he placed the tray over her hips. Logan climbed into the bed carefully, doing his best not to jostle the tray.
“I wasn’t sure what you like or how you like your eggs for that matter. I hope I scrambled with a bit of cheese is okay?”
“They smell wonderful, and yes, this is exactly what I would cook for breakfast.”
Pointing at the plate, he ordered, “Well then, dig in, you must be hungry.”
“I’m famished.” And with that, she picked up a fork and stabbed the eggs, shoveling them into her mouth, closing her eyes and moaning.
Fuck!
Logan’s cock immediately stirred behind his boxers, tenting the lightweight material. He quickly tossed the sheet over it, grabbing a plate a food, hoping to hide his arousal once again. It seemed this woman would keep him in a constant state of arousal. He’d better get used to it.
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br /> “So, where am I? I have no idea where your goons dragged me.”
Logan put his fork down, swallowed his food before answering, and pointedly glared at her. “First, they’re not goons. Those are FBI agents and people who work directly under me, reporting back to my boss, Mack, at the FBI. Second, nobody kidnapped you. We’ve sequestered you for your protection.”
Rolling her eyes, she angrily stabbed at a piece of scrambled egg.
“You’re in Kingstown, not far away, just a few miles up the road, far enough to keep you out of the chaos.”
“Oh, for God’s sake! If I wanted to, I could just walk home.”
He narrowed his eyes. “If you value the condition of your ass and your life, you won’t even think about it. The one thing that you keep forgetting is that I did this to protect you; we’re not trying to torture you.”
Rising onto her right hip, she exposed her left buttock to him. “Say that to my blistered ass.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s in the condition I intended it to be. I’m betting you won’t spit or throw anything at me again. And, hopefully, with all the focused attention on your bare bottom, you’ve learned to heed my warnings. But I’ll admonish you one more time, girl. Do not leave this house.”
Charlie shifted nervously.
“That’s right, little girl. You heed the skin crawling on your backside. Your buttocks have gone into self-preservation mode.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, pouting prettily. “I don’t want to talk about that.”
“I bet you don’t. Finish your breakfast, and then it’ll be time for a shower and getting your coveralls on to start our day.”
Her fork clattered on the plate. “Oh, no, you don’t. I’m not wearing those. Don’t start this shit again!”
“Watch your tone, brat.” He wagged his finger near her nose.
“I am not going to wear that vile outfit... that clown get-up that you call coveralls. I’m not doing it. Period.” And she turned her nose up in the air, shuttering her eyes in disgust.
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