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 reaches 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!”