Initiation (Master Class, #1) - Sierra Cartwright Page 0,11

and she tugged against the fabric strap, testing it.

“Can you pull out?”

“No.”

“Yellow?” When she didn’t immediately reply, he went on, “Take a steadying breath and then answer.” He stood in front of her so he could study her reactions.

She exhaled deeply. “I’m all right.”

“Good.” He smoothed a wayward lock of hair back from her forehead. “It’s okay to give yourself over to the full experience. And remember you can stop it at any time. Let me know when you’re ready to continue.”

After a few moments, she nodded. She kept her gaze on him as he secured her left wrist in place. “How’s that?”

She tested both bonds and they held her firm. “It’s a bit uncomfortable.”

When he moved in to loosen them, she clarified, “I think it’s more mental than physical.”

“Try to stay in the moment. You were right that you’ll do better if you quit thinking about it. Right now, you’re fine. Don’t worry about what’s next. One thing at a time.”

“That’s probably good advice in all areas of life.”

“Yeah.” Something he needed to learn as well. Totally focused on her, he said, “I want you to spread your legs, but I don’t want you stressing any muscles.” Once she’d done as he’d asked, he bent to fasten her ankles to the X. As he expected, she tried to draw her thighs together.

He waited, giving her the time to figure out how much she could move. “You’re going to be fine.”

“I’m nervous,” she admitted. “But not scared.”

Her eyes were wide as he picked up the flogger and stood in front of her.

He swept his gaze over her, from her spiked hair to the luscious swell of her breasts, to her slim waist, curvy hips and strong legs. In her bondage, Jennifer was breathtaking. In that moment, with her on the cross, the weight of the flogger in hand, he realized he’d lied to Joe at the last party. Logan had missed dominating a submissive. Until now, he hadn’t realized how badly.

Wordlessly, he trailed the hilt down the column of her neck and paused at the hollow of her throat.

Her mouth parted.

Still using the flogger’s handle, he followed the outline of her bra cups. The lingerie was sheer enough that he saw her nipples bead.

He continued on, tracing downward, between her ribs, down her belly, then lower. Her breaths came in an audible staccato, and her eyes were unbelievably wide, unblinking.

Through her panties, he teased her pussy.

“Oh. That’s…”

“Tell me, Jennifer.”

“Sexy. Hard.”

He adjusted his grip and pressed the flogger’s hilt lengthwise between her labia. “I want you to hump it.”

Deep red stained her cheeks. Logan was willing to bet no one had ever asked her to do something like this, which made him doubly glad he had.

“Logan—”

“Master Logan,” he corrected.

Her beautiful blue eyes were still open wide, fringed by impossibly long lashes.

“There’s no one here but us. If something’s outside your limits, use a safe word. Otherwise, I expect you to hump this flogger immediately.”

She gasped but tilted her pelvis forward.

He nudged the handle a little higher, holding it hard against her clit.

Their gazes fused and he willed her not to look away. “Now,” he snapped to break her out of her thought pattern.

Somewhat awkwardly, she rocked back and forth.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Give me more.”

She shuddered.

“Faster. I want your pussy slick. I want your juices on the leather.”

“Logan… Sir…”

“Good girl. Ride it.”

She gyrated, pulling against her bonds and leaning forward as much as the X would allow.

He repeated approving words, kept her labia spread, continued to keep the handle pressed into her pussy. “Close your eyes,” he instructed a few seconds later.

Once she did, her inhibitions seemed to vanish.

Her movements became freer. She no longer just moved awkwardly, she all but caressed the leather with her clit.

The pungent scent of her arousal drifted toward him, intoxicating him.

Since the hilt slid more easily, he moved a hand to her breast. He squeezed a nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.

She moaned.

“That’s it.”

The New Age song trailed away and was replaced by a Gregorian chant. He began to stroke her pussy, and she gyrated faster and quicker. He was into this, into her. “Are you going to give me your orgasm, sub?”

“Oh…”

“Jennifer?”

“Yes. Oh God!” Her body stiffened.

“Ride it out. Give it to me.”

She opened her eyes, looked at him, into him.

Right then, nothing existed but them…and her pleasure.

“I…”

“Do it.”

With a scream and a sigh, she bent her knees. The bonds captured her weight, and he reacted, releasing her nipple and reaching

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