Stepping out of my clothes, I move over her, kneeling on the bed between her splayed thighs. “Logan.”
“Look at me. I need your eyes on me.” It’s not what we planned, but something inside me craves her gaze. She opens her eyes, and I take the panties, drape them over my erection, and I stroke myself slowly.
“Logan,” Vera gasps in shocked desire. With my other hand, I tease her pussy, finding her wet and needy. Her folds open to me as I slip two fingers inside, feeling her tight heat, and a groan escapes me.
“Do you like watching me jerk off with your pretty panties, Beauty?” I arch a brow at her, and she nods at my question. I continue stroking myself, while finger-fucking Vera. Her hips rise, meeting my thrust, and I can’t help but smile at the wet sounds her body is making.
“Logan, please,” she whimpers, which only makes me harder. My arousal coats the material, and I tug the scrap of underwear free before bringing it to Vera’s nose. She opens her mouth, shocking me, and I slip the bundled panties into her mouth. A smile curls her perfect lips, and I stare at her in awe as she sucks on the wetness.
“Dirty fucking girl,” I grit out while teasing her entrance with my cock. Gently, ever so slowly, I slide into her. Feeling her open for me, feeling her accept me, has every nerve in my body alight with need.
Her head falls back, and her eyes roll as I thrust deep in one long movement, and then I still. “Fuck,” she mumbles through the material, which I pull from her mouth. “Please, Logan, just fuck me.”
Her hands and legs are bound. I’m in control, and I smile as I torture her some more with rolling my hips just enough to give her slight friction where she needs it. I don’t fuck her. I make love to her.
I raise up on my knees, still inside her, and untangle the knots at her ankles, bringing her legs up and over my shoulders. Our bodies move in unison as I pull out and enter again. My hands grip the cheeks of her ass, squeezing before I open her. Trailing one hand closer to the tight ring of muscle, I feel her clench because she squeezes the life out of my dick.
“Jesus, Vera, you’re going to make me come. Just relax,” I murmur, coaxing my index finger around the entrance. She breathes. Her legs start shaking as I move the tip of my finger, slipping it into her ass.
Once again, her cunt pulses wildly, and I take it as a sign she’s nervous. Her eyes are wide, but she doesn’t shake her head; doesn’t stop me. So I push farther, deeper, and the moment I’m up to my third knuckle, she seems to relax, and I taunt both her holes.
“You’re filled with me, Beauty,” I tell her. “I’m here inside you with you looking at me as I claim your body.”
“I’m yours,” she tells me, and I focus on the pleasure, not the fact that she’s speaking. All this time, I needed the control rather than her asleep. That sends heat racing through me, and I insert a second finger where the first one worked her over. With my free hand, I tease her clit, circling it, pressing down hard, and pinching it. I alternate while finger-fucking her ass and thrusting into her tight, pulsing heat.
“Oh fuck, Logan!” Her cries bounce off the walls. She’s close, so fucking close, but I don’t stop. My hands move, my cock thickening inside her, and seconds later, she’s gushing over me, wetness drenching me as Vera screams my name.
It doesn’t take me long to join her in euphoria. Her cunt sucks me in so deep, I fill her with my seed, and I know that this is the first of many nights I’ll keep her awake, claiming her in every way I can.
THE END
Bound in Sacrifice - Sneak Peek
Once upon a time, a scorned Queen opened a box, unleashing horrible evil on the world's heroes.
Instead of gallantry and chivalry, they now possessed much more perverse traits.
They’ve fallen victim to their darkest and most deviant desires.
This is one of their stories...
A regular at my club racked up a large debt that he couldn’t afford, so I sent my men to collect. Instead of delivering the money I was owed, they brought me her. Unable to fulfill her father’s debt, I told her he would pay for it with his life. When she begged to trade her father’s life for her own, I was intrigued. But she couldn’t hide the shiver of fear cloaked beneath the façade of strength and bravery she tried to portray.
Silly girl, you don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into. I’m going to snuff out your pride and stomp on your courage.
My father was a good man with strong values, who put his family above everything else. We weren’t perfect, but we were happy. Then, Mom died and took our happiness with her. Dad quickly got caught in a downward spiral that spun our world into chaos. The warm, caring man that I knew from my childhood was replaced with a complete stranger.
It sucked the light from my world. Now, I fear I will pay greatly for his transgressions.
Chapter 1
Beast
The club is crowded tonight, but then again our open houses always are. Everyone wants a glimpse of what goes on inside of The Tower. It’s the country’s most exclusive BDSM club, and everyone who’s anyone comes here to play, whether they’re open about their propensity for kink or not.
Of course, there's a lot more to be desired when our non-members are here. We want to tease them; to work them up, and turn them away. It drives them mad in all the right ways. Inevitably, they end up begging us to take their money just so they can see more, so they can scratch their itch. Once they get a taste, they never want to leave.
They’re only allowed on le côté débutant. Things are more relaxed over there since it’s usually filled with beginners and people who are here for a good time. People who want the chance to try different things, meet new people, or possibly connect with a new Dom or sub. It’s where our beginners go to learn, but sometimes it’s more like New Orleans in the middle of Mardi Gras over there; a fucking shit-show. No one is allowed on le côté avancé until they pass our course. That side is solely for our advanced members, people who have been in the lifestyle for a while and know how to behave. It also tends to be where our wealthier members opt to play, so we like to give them a sense of privilege while they’re here.
There are two sides to the club for a very specific reason. I’ve seen my fair share of idiots who think that it’s okay to walk into a scene and start participating, simply because they’re at a BDSM club. They think that everyone who is here is ready and willing to be touched.
Wrong!
I’m perched high above the action on the catwalk that runs over the entire 7000 sq. ft. club. There are two main play areas as well as le couloir, which is where you go to access the dungeons, the playrooms, and the backstage area. From up here, I can get to any area of the club I wish without ever needing to look at or speak to anyone. Other than my office, this is the only place in The Tower that I can stand to be anymore.
This used to be my happy place. It used to be everything in the world to me. But, things change, no matter how badly you fight for them to stay the same. My feelings splintered into a thousand pieces several years ago, when Viv was ruthlessly taken from me.