Initiation (Master Class, #1) - Sierra Cartwright Page 0,12
behind her to support her ass even as he increased the pressure of the hilt against her pussy.
She tipped her head back, closed her eyes and screamed as her body jerked.
Finally, endless seconds later, her head rolled forward.
He leaned in and kissed the side of her neck, then slowly moved his hand from beneath her buttocks.
“That…”
“Yeah.” He grinned. “That.” Logan lowered the flogger, and she gave another involuntary squirm. “Many times a sub thanks her Dom for an orgasm.”
She pressed her lips together.
He raised an eyebrow. “Otherwise, in the future he may bring her to the brink, then leave her there.”
“What? Seriously? For how long?”
“She might be lucky if she’s allowed to come at all during the scene.”
“Oh my God. No way.”
He didn’t respond.
“What I mean is, thank you, Master Logan.”
“You’re a quick study, Jennifer. It was my pleasure.” He stroked a finger down her jawbone.
She turned into his touch. Desire lanced him. He hadn’t just missed playing with a sub, he’d missed being with someone like her, innocent, trusting, new. Experiencing this through her eyes was fucking glorious indeed.
He slowly lowered his hand then rehung the flogger before looking at her. “How are you doing? Mentally? And the bonds?”
“Everything is good.”
Her tone was strong and she met his gaze without looking away.
“So now are you ready for me to unfasten your bra so I can clamp your nipples before the flogging begins?”
“Ah…”
“You have a safe word,” he reminded her.
She didn’t reply right away. He studied her. Was it time to push? Or time to let her succumb to doubt? He recalled that she’d bought herself a set of clamps. “It’s like the bondage,” he went on. “If it’s too much, you can always change your mind. And it’s not as if this is your only opportunity to scene. We have the rest of the evening. Even tomorrow if we want.” For a man who’d avoided relationships for so long, the realization that his words were both invitation and promise stunned him.
“I’m willing to try.”
“That’s not good enough,” he bit out. “Ask me— ‘Please, Master Logan. Put the clamps on my nipples?’”
Jennifer drew her eyebrows together. A potent mixture of apprehension and arousal danced in her eyes, making her pupils flare. “You’re relentless,” she protested.
“Do you really want it any other way?”
From the sounds of her shortened breaths, he knew he was giving her what she wanted.
“Please put the clamps on my nipples, Master Logan.”
He wasn’t sure he could deny her anything.
Logan walked behind her to unhook her bra and move the cups out of the way. Then he went to stand in front of her again. Her breasts were gorgeous, full, and her nipples were a deep dusky brown. At some point, he’d love to use his crop on them.
He picked up the set of clamps, but instead of affixing them right away, he sucked on each of her nipples for several seconds, very gently, then increasing the pressure until she moaned.
When he could once again smell her arousal, he pinched her right nipple. It swelled, and he tugged on it, elongating it for the clamp.
She hissed in a breath when the teeth bit into her flesh.
He played with her breast, waiting for the first blush of pain to fade.
“Damn,” she said.
“Halfway there.”
“I was afraid you were going to say that.”
After she’d unclenched her hands, he asked, “Ready?”
“I… Yes.”
Rather than immediately placing the next clamp, he decided to play with her. Over her panties, he slid his finger slowly back and forth across her pussy.
“Oh, Master Logan…”
He took his time, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm. He moved away to attach the second clamp, but before she could complain, he put his hand back between her legs. “Tell me what you want. What you need.”
“An orgasm,” she said with no hesitation. “Please. Please let me orgasm, Master Logan.”
“Wait,” he warned, voice stern.
She rose onto the balls of her feet and squeezed her eyes shut, seeking release, but not daring. The woman was an absolute natural. Selfishly, he was glad she’d had a disappointing scene with Master Simon. Logan wanted her for himself. He leaned closer, mouth against her ear, and slipped his fingers under her panties before entering her. Then he said, “Come now, Jennifer.”
She screamed as she climaxed.
The cross and the bonds caught her weight, and he wrapped an arm around her waist. Yeah. She was perfect. And his. For tonight, if nothing else.
Chapter Four
Jennifer heard Logan speaking from somewhere distant. Master Logan.
“How was it?”
She wasn’t