Initiation (Master Class, #1) - Sierra Cartwright Page 0,15
have sex…”
“And…?” He stood in front of her. His eyes, a darker jade than they had been earlier, banked with intensity, devoured her.
She reached inside for the confidence to ask for what she wanted, the courage to be herself. “I’d like you to fuck me, Master Logan.”
Logan crouched in front of her and framed her face between his palms. There was a hesitation in her voice that gave him pause. “Do you want to think about it? Wait until you’re a little steadier?”
Dead-on, she met his gaze. “No.”
“You were pretty far gone.”
“I want sex, Sir.”
He liked to give his subs what they wanted after a scene, from snuggling to a long conversation, even sharing a hot bath. One submissive had stunned him by wanting to go for a run, but this…? With a woman he barely knew and hadn’t been able to stop thinking about?
“I need you inside me. I…”
He waited.
She exhaled shakily. “I want the connection.”
“I’ll give you anything you desire, Jennifer. It doesn’t have to be through sex,” he told her.
“Do you have condoms with you?” Her voice showed her exasperation.
The woman was in complete control of her faculties. “Yes. I have condoms.”
“Then get one.”
A grin pulled at his mouth. “Get one?”
“That wasn’t very submissive, was it? What I meant was, get one, Master Logan.”
Her playfulness revealed another side of her personality. The more he saw, the more he liked. “You do have a few things to learn.”
“Please,” she added.
“Much, much better, sub.” Since he’d first touched her, he’d wanted to fuck her. Flogging her had only driven up his need. “Upstairs. In one of the bedrooms.” Where he could pin her down and drive into her.
“I’d prefer to do it here.”
He was astounded by how wide her blue eyes were. “Here?”
“Now.”
“You have something in mind?” He was intrigued.
A Muse song filtered through the play area, all but encouraging sex.
“I do.”
“In that case…” He released his hold on her face then stood.
She shrugged off the unfastened bra, dropped it on the nearby pile of clothes then rolled her shoulders back. Her invitation was blatant and appreciated.
Logan pulled out his wallet and extracted a condom.
She held out a hand.
Quirking an eyebrow, he tossed it toward her. Without breaking the bond of their gazes, she caught it and closed her hand.
Yeah. It had been a long fucking time since he’d been captivated so powerfully. Though he’d never admit it to her, this woman had the potential to lead him around by the dick.
He bent to remove his boots, but she stopped him.
“May I?”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Certainly, little sub.”
She gracefully slid off the bench then knelt, spreading her legs to make room for his foot.
“This would be better if you’d taken off the underwear,” he said.
“Spoken like a typical man.”
“Ouch,” he replied.
Jennifer removed each of his boots in turn. He couldn’t remember if his ex-girlfriend, Helen, had ever performed such an intimate act for him. He enjoyed the purity of Jennifer’s little act of service.
She knelt up and shuddered as he tugged his belt from its loops. “Do you want to feel this on your ass?” he asked.
“I’d never thought about it before. But suddenly I’m fascinated.”
That made two of them. The idea of her being over his knee, scrabbling for purchase while he spanked her, made his cock throb.
He removed his shirt, and she accepted it, maintaining eye contact as she placed it on the bench next to her. Then he unzipped his pants.
“Commando?” she asked.
“Always.”
Her eyes widened when he dropped his jeans and she looked at his erect dick. “Is it because you can’t find anything to fit over that thing, Sir?”
He grinned at her humor.
As if mesmerized, she continued to stare.
“The fit will be fine. Just fine.”
“Can I have your word on that?”
He finished undressing and said, “Put the condom on me.”
With deliberation, she ripped open the package. But instead of rolling the latex down his cock, she stood and wiggled out of her panties.
Seeing her there, small, naked, vulnerable, made his protective instincts blaze. He wanted to possess her and never let her go.
He raised a finger, indicating she wait while he swept his gaze over her, from her full breasts to the tormented nipples that still bore marks from his clamps, to the gentle swell of her belly, the curve of her hips, her neatly trimmed pussy. “You’re beautiful, Jennifer.”
She grinned. “You are too, Master Logan.”
“Cheeky wench.”
Without being instructed, she slid to her knees and reached for him.
She cupped his testicles in her left hand